The Last Light Company had come to a stop by the time we found Bethiv. Soldiers ran about, setting up a base camp. They gathered in their small teams, gathering firewood, pitching tents, or just collapsing against trunks or boulders, clearly exhausted. They barely noticed us as Fable passed between them, but those who did saluted, forcing tired smiles.
"My Lady! And Lady Lastlight. What a pleasure," Bethiv said, bowing as we slid off Fable's back.
I ran up to him and hugged him. He dwarfed me, but he was soft and warm. I barely noticed the edges of his armor digging into me.
Bethiv chuckled softly, patting my back with a far more practiced hand than he had the first time. "You look well. I trust nothing happened while we were on the move?"
I shook my head, squeezing him once more before backing away. "The flight took forever, but I guess it was better than walking. I'm just glad you're here."
