Trouser legs wrapped like a turban on Cryton’s head, Dru tucked her under beaver pelts. “Warming up?”
She nodded, eyes closed. “It’s a great emberstone.”
Dru smiled donning her cloak again, then the sled’s harness. “You taught me how to find the best ones.”
“Dru…”
Looking back, Cryton was asleep.
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