The message that there were no new cases of the coughing sickness was a welcomed one. Edwin placed the hood of his hood back around his head, and it hung low, obscuring his eyes. He attempted to right it but gave up soon after.
It was either staring at his feet or having his head freeze in the cold winds that were stirring the sand every which way. The choice was simple, practically made for him.
He raised his hood a little to see how Sebastian was fairing in the back of the sand sled. The red head was bundled up in a woolen blanket and shivering.
They had not been eating well. The merchants hadn't refused to feed them, but Edwin enforced rationing. For the good health of those around them.
Edwin unwrapped his blanket from himself and threw it to Sebastian.
"Bundle up," Sebastian opened his eyes to scoff at him.