Koray kept telling his heart to stop beating so quickly, but it simply would not listenand it beat fit to burst every time Sorin looked at him with those haunted eyes. At first, he had taken it as disdain, as Sorin being quite content to be rid of him. Then he had not been certain. Why take care of him? Why fuss in that infuriating, but endearing way of his? Was he just trying to sooth the tension between the high paladin and the high necromancer?
But then he had made that comment about making amends, and Goddess how Koray wanted amends to be made. He just did not know how to do it, what to say. I'm sorry was a good place to start, but since he had woken they had scarcely had a moment alone together long enough for him to get the words out.
And the few moments they'd had, he had rather neatly wasted.
Koray jerked when he realized he'd started nodding off on his horse again. How did the paladins travel so hard and stay so awake? He resented every last one of them.