I woke when Rivyn rose and groaned painfully as he made his way across to the area of the cave which served as a latrine to relieve himself. He came back and saw that I was awake.
“Do you need...?” he offered.
“No, lay down before you fall down, Rivyn,” I was concerned about him. He half fell into the nest-bed with me, his hair sliding over his face.
I stroked it back, and his lips curled. “It has been a while,” he said adjusting until he was wrapped around me and sighed contentedly. “Since I have fought hand to hand. I did not realise how out of practice I was.”
“Is that what you’ve been doing?” I asked him, appalled.
“Yes,” he was pleased, I realised. “The knowledge I sought, they taught me.”
“The book was about fighting?” I realised.
“Yes. Power comes in many form
