When I awoke the next morning, successfully avoided Kane by dragging a half-awake Pharon off to scout ahead. There were no paths that this deep into the forest, just twisting deer trails.
We had an ancient map that the Archivist had brought with him. The scouting party would use this and a compass to plot the path towards the Karnastian ruins, then they'd leave trail signs for the rest of the party to follow.
For the past four days I'd been waiting for Pharon to tell me what Kane and the Archivist didn't want me to know; why we had to change our plans, but he hadn't brought it up. Today I was done waiting.
I turned to Pharon and found his sleepy, dark eyes fixed approximately 3 feet lower on my body than they should be.
Clearing my throat, I was about to speak when he said, "it sounds like even Kane are having fun in your tent."
His voice was still husky from sleep and his statement caught me off guard. I colored and blinked then I realized I had nothing to be embarrassed about.