Chapter 210: A good hero?
Lady Awa was put to bed rather quickly, much to her complaint, but Cass heard her soft snores only a few minutes later. Cass set about making camp after that, Vespertine and Fiona doing the same. Vespertine was conjuring up some benches while Fiona kept watch, making sure that nothing terrible came up while Lady Ava was sleeping.
Thankfully, or unthankfully, it was rather peaceful. So peaceful that Cass could tell that Fiona wanted to fill the silence that was wrapping around them like a second skin.
Cass was fine with it. He liked the silence. Even if his mind was going a mile a minute and Vespertine’s every fucking move had him on edge. He was fine. Him not talking to him was better than if he was, because that would involve Cass opening his mouth.
Who the hell knew what was going to come out of him then?
"So...how are you feeling Cass?" It was Fiona. Damn it Fiona! That was the wrong thing to ask!
Cass had been busy taking his time setting up the tents, drawing it out, playing with the magic to make sure that he fully understood it. Nerd shit. With Fiona asking her question, the tent stopped mid air, and Cass felt his face heat.
He cleared his throat, making sure his back was to everyone as he slowly lowered the tent he’d been playing with to the ground.
"What do you mean?" Cass knew there was a sharpness to his tone. He couldn’t exactly hide it. He had no idea what she was asking, or why she was asking it. He heard footsteps approach him, and a sense of unease filled him. It wasn’t Vespertine, that was for sure. It had to Fiona. They were too heavy, too hard in the heel to be Vespertine.
He had a gentler step then Fiona. Probably due to Fiona being a sword wielder, and a front liner.
"Cass? Why are you so tense? Did something happen?" Why now was she using her fucking observation skills? She’d been oblivious to fucking everything else, and now she decided to smarten up?
Cass wanted to throw a tantrum. He didn’t though. He took a deep breath, and turned to face Fiona.