The morning was quiet when Aveloria and Galen rode out of the capital. The roads beyond the city were mostly empty, the air cold and still. Aveloria sat upright on her horse, her cloak pulled close. She hadn't slept much, her mind replaying everything from the day before, the ruins of the past, her siblings, the thought of Eirene, and her mysterious connection with the Wanderers.
They rode without talking for a long while. Galen occasionally glanced her way, trying to read her face, but she kept her focus straight ahead.
"You're thinking again," he said after a while.
"I always am," she replied quietly. "We need answers, Galen. I can't keep guessing who might also have a connection with the wanderers aside from Eirene."
He nodded. "Elder Thalos will help. He's family. You trust him, don't you?"
