As I shut the door of Alyndra's room behind me, I leaned against the cold wood, wondering just what in all of the realms I thought I was doing.
I'd brought her back to my own home, laid her in one of the nicest beds I owned, and even had the nerve to make her breakfast.
That wasn't exactly my style. Usually, people I found unconscious and alone in a forest didn't get breakfast from me they barely got a second glance.
The real reason, of course, was that fox. It had refused to leave her side, the stubborn little thing, pacing and making these pathetic whimpers until I relented.
Not that I'd ever admit that. But even now, I could almost feel its judgmental little eyes on me. I huffed, rolling my shoulders back as I stalked toward my own room. Fine. Let her stay here, let her eat, let her get her strength back. That was all. Nothing else to it.