Agatha remained still beneath the canopy, her eyes moving cautiously around her surroundings.There were no stone walls, no iron bars, no guards.Only towering trees whose branches intertwined, underneath it where it formed a thick roof against the night sky.A small fire burned nearby, casting a warm glow over the rough bed of leaves where she laid.Covered in an animal skin cloak, she fuzzled into it, as it smelled just like the forest.She winced, from a certain pain that shot through her legs as they ached from the turmoil."You're awake," he said.Agatha immediately turned toward the voice, as her body stiffened from the sight of Welsfar sharpening a short blade.He noticed."You don't have to be afraid of me," he said, still focussed on his small blade."If I wanted to hurt you, I would have left you at the river."Agatha looked away. "You could still take me back.""I could," he said, while her eyes returned to him."But I won't.""Why?"Welsfar stared into the fire for a momen
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