*Garan and Maeve*
“I don’t want any more of that infernal tea,” Garan huffed at Maeve as she offered him a steaming mug.
“Then freeze,” Maeve shrugged, setting the mug in the snow next to Garan.
“You’re insufferable,” he said.
“I believe the words you’re looking for are ‘Thank you, Maeve, for considering both my hydration and body temperature. I don’t know what I would do without your forethought and kindness despite my best efforts to make this terrible situation as miserable as humanly possible,’” she replied sweetly.
He rolled his eyes, and Maeve laughed at the absurdity of it.
“We need to get moving,” she said. Already, she had taken down the small piece of canvas they used as a makeshift shelter, smothered the fire, and gathered their few belongings into their packs while Garan only watched and complained.
Standing with a groan, he nodded, grabbed his pack, and walked determinedly northward.