They stopped when the light began to go.
It left quickly out here, she noticed. In the mountains the sun disappeared behind the ridgeline long before it actually set, swallowed by rock and elevation, and the cave held whatever warmth the day had managed to build.
Out here there was nothing to interrupt it. The light simply thinned and thinned and then it was gone, and the cold that had been sitting at a polite distance all day moved in without ceremony.
Weijie found a spot where a cluster of broad leafed shrubs broke the open wind and set the Thagga down.
She watched him move through the business of making camp with the same quiet efficiency he brought to everything, gathering what dry brush he could find, building a fire low and practical, unpacking only what they needed for the night and leaving the rest tied and ready.
She didn't tell him to eat.
She waited until he sat down and then handed him the dried meat and held it there until he took it.
He looked at her.
