I continued to prepare the bird to cook over a fire, even though I wasn’t planning on eating the thing anymore. It would have been wasteful to discard the thing, and it gave me something to focus on.
Half of the campsite was staring at us and making no attempt to disguise that fact. I didn’t want to make eye contact with them, and looking down at the bird as a plucked the feathers from it was better than seeing what people were thinking as they looked at us.
Ares would probably have called me away if he thought they were all judging me or thinking only negatively about me, but that wasn’t especially comforting to me now.
“Morrigan?”
I hadn’t responded to the last thing he had said, and I guess he was expecting me to do that before he carried on.
“Of course I think it’s important that
