She felt at home in his arms. Better than home, really, as she was safe here, and she wasn't so much at home. Her head lifted when he confessed. Her brow drawing together. She recalled waking during the night once or twice the few she had spent in camp, and he was awake.
"I know there were a few nights, when I was in the forest, that you woke up." She would ask what woke him, but it wasn't a hard guess. Especially with his vow not to kill anyone unless he absolutely had no other choice. If it was kill or be killed, and even then...