Adrift Without a Life Vest

Mercury took great care to keep his gait as smooth as possible despite the great load he bore. It took considerable effort, and he was well winded by the time they made it back to the castle. They unloaded Anthea as gently as they could, and he leaned back against the wall and caught his breath while Gwyn took care of the splint. Watching how the healer had immediately taken action, used supplies and shown compassion without a second thought told Merc so much about the people he’d thrown his lot in with.

He gave the dark tone girl he already considered a friend a smile as she spoke to him. ‘I will” he promised, pushing back off the wall and coming closer to the bed. He placed his head on the bed near her, resting his rump on the ground. “So, Anthea. What can you tell me about how you came to be on the beach?” He asked, his voice cautiously gently in case he was prodding at a sore point. So far, he knew very little about her and how she had ended up there.


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