Clementine:
"Ian, you're the only one making these weird comments and making her uncomfortable," Troy hissed at him. Ian just shrugged, leaning back like he was about to lie flat and fall asleep. He folded his arms behind his head, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Yorick had been unusually silent. I felt like I was noticing everyone too much, picking up on every shift in their body language. Maybe it was because, after coming to the North for the first time, I'd realized how important it was for a crusader to keep their eyes, ears, and mind open at all times.
Then Troy got up from the couch and headed into the bedroom I'd been eyeing. He opened the door effortlessly, and when he stepped inside, I saw him light a candle. A minute later, he walked out, pointing his thumb toward the room.
