In no time at all, both tents were up.
Zarek rose first and dusted his hands before walking straight to her. Without saying anything, he draped a cloak over her shoulders.
The night air had gotten colder without her noticing.
She looked up at him.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she answered.
He nodded. "Come."
He led the way back toward the bonfire grounds. Maelina fell into step beside Eliora and immediately hooked her arm through hers.
"I hope you're not boiling inside over that poor woman's mistake," she said teasingly.
Eliora blinked. "What?"
Maelina smirked. "Freya. Mistaking me for his wife."
"I'm not boiling," Eliora said quickly. "Why would I be?"
Maelina hummed, clearly unconvinced.
"If you say so."
Eliora huffed. "I mean it."
Maelina just laughed and squeezed her arm.
They reached the bonfire clearing again. It was even livelier now that night had fully settled.
