Chapter 8

“It seems we are both in need of the soup,” Fann said from the bed, “however, you have the advantage of full body coverage.”

Eleanor grasped the sheet to her breasts as she turned. “I am sorry. I saw no other way to cover you.” His eyes flicked over the blanket.

“Fill me a bowl of soup then, and I’ll eat here. We’ll worry about how to cloth ourselves once our bellies are full. At least you are awake and the rain has stopped. Today should be more enjoyable than yeterday.”

“I would think anything would be more enjoyable than being forced to swim in the sea during a storm.”

He was silent as she handed him the wooden bowl of soup. Catching one of her hands in his and holding on until she looked at him. “That was more than a day ago Eleanor. You have been two days without waking, this would have been the third night if you had not woken. She pulled her hand from his and eased herself back onto the chair.

“Whole days?”

“I was beginning to fear you had been frozen during our escape and woul