Then, without needing a command, the caravan guards naturally fell into motion. Some gathered dry branches and twigs to start a fire, while others began preparing the vegetables for cooking.
Addison sank down beneath the shade of the great tree, letting herself relax at last. Hours of riding, with her body tense from both the journey and Zion's constant presence, had left her muscles stiff and sore.
She leaned back slightly, massaging her legs, especially her thighs, which had been pressed tightly against the horse's sides the entire way.
"Need some help?" Zion's deep voice broke the quiet as he appeared in front of her, holding out an animal-skin flask. Without waiting for her answer, he offered it, and Addison accepted, tilting her head back to take a long drink.
