Elon pulled on his boots and sensed Carissa stirring behind him. The cot frame creaked as she sat up. With his back still to her, she wrapped her arms around him, her cheeks pressed to his spine.
“Where are you going?” she murmured sleepily.
He rubbed his thumb across her clasped hands. “The caravan is packing up this morning. Algernon won’t be joining us for the rest of the journey.”
Her arms slipped away from him. “Are you going to tell him to leave?”
“Yes.” He glanced over his shoulder. “He’ll make the journey back to Nysia and have a chance to rebuild his life.”
Which was more than he deserved.
When Carissa’s brows furrowed, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Trust me to handle this.”
“All right.” She swung her legs over the cot and grabbed her clothes. “In the meantime, I’ll help pack up the camp.”
Elon stood, and once she was dressed, unknotted the tent flaps. “I’ll be back in a moment, love.”
She nodded, but not before concern and guilt flickered across her expression.
Elon left the tent and walked to the outskirts of the camp, where Algernon resided.