Solna rubbed his cheek against Vius’ palm. “Please, don’t do it again.”
“That I will not promise, my husband,” Vius murmured. Solna darted a look at Vius’ dark eyes. Vius refused to meet his look. “You were in danger. It would be unthinkable for you to come to harm.”
Dumbstruck, Solna only blinked at Vius.
“Good.” Vius held onto him for another second, then drew back. “Now, what are we to do?”
“Uh,” Solna hesitated. What could they do? “Our guards are most likely scattered or dead, so there is no point to going back to our camp. They would keep moving towards Brandris if they had any sense, and so should we.”
“I thought as much. Lasra has told me we can have part of their supplies.”
Solna saw the old man watching them and dipped his head in acknowledgement. “Is he sure?”