Conall nodded, listening intently as he finished his stew. He knew of Belkrath being aligned with the Grand Duke. No surprise that hadn't changed in his absence. He didn't approve of the route choice, but that wasn't his call to make and he wasn't stupid enough to challenge Blaith on every little thing.
He turned to look at her , frowning when she mentioned traveling quickly. He shook his head, but didn't speak his concerns. Kat knew , so did the others. But Blaith and his people didn't care. These people had been starved, beaten and Blaith expected them to keep pace? He glanced at the Cicilia. The girl wouldn't make it unless someone carried her. He glanced at Lana, and then then at the old woman, Adira.
"I don't doubt it. I think we'll have to help each other when necessary. I won't leave anyone behind." He said calmly and set his empty bowl down. He didn't say he wasn't confident that he had the strength for the trip. It didn't matter. They had no choice and he would have to try.
He noticed that Cicillia had left her seat and made her way around the fire to her. The girl looked a little nervous as she held out the brush to him and told him that it was for his beard.
"Thank you, "Conall accepted it from her with a smile , "Lady Cicilia, you are most kind. " He bowed his head politely in thanks.
The girl blushed and giggled at Katahnia's comment.
Conall whipped his head around to shoot a mock glare, "Indeed, Miss Harmond! I suspect that you-"
Gavin's arrival cut short their conversation, barking orders and making threats.
And when he was finished, Conall leaned in close to Katahnia and whispered, "Charming , lad. " But didn't risk saying much more than that.
The trek through the mountains was quick and spent largely in silence, but that was an hour that took longer than Conall would have liked. Though he'd slept half the day, he felt as though he hadn't slept at all and kept stumbling over his feet. Only once did he fall to his knees and was helped up by the other mage camp survivors.
At long last, they reached the pass and Gavin ordered Conall and the survivors to take a break while he moved to join Blaith and the other mages. As usual, the female mage, Beryl, was left to guard them.
Conall's legs buckled underneath him and he sat on the ground, closing his eye and making the most of the brief reprieve.
"Conall- "Lana stopped herself, reminding herself that she was speaking to a duke, "Lord Shanley, she amended, "are you alright?"
Conall shook his head ,"Please dispense with the formalities, Lana. You are a friend and we stand on ceremony for no one, least of all me." He held up a hand , "I'm fine." He lied, but it would do no good telling them how weak or ill he felt because Blaith would not give them a break.