BRAN
Bran jerked up to a sitting position when something brushed his leg.
He looked around, but found nothing. Thinking that his eyes were still hazy from sleep, he rubbed them with his fingers and looked again, his eyes darting around. But there was nothing there.
It was probably a rat. He should be thankful that it wasn’t a wild one and had not tried to eat his toe.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
He groaned, observing his injury and he almost smiled when he saw that it had almost completely healed. They were going to be walking a very long distance today and he didn’t need to be worrying about reopening the wood anytime twigs brushed his legs.
Yesterday, he had been so close to gagging Maria when she wouldn’t stop talking about how he needed to rest. He knew that she had a point, but—
Maria!
Where was she?