And stop the caravan did, when the sun was just about to dip below the horizon. It was hard to tell how far they'd come, but they must have put at least some miles between them and whatever lay behind them.
"We're eatin' standing up, and movin' again once the sun drops," one of the caravan men told the two of them as he passed them some cold bread and salted meat, not enough to satisfy a person by any means but enough on which to subsist. Others in the group were doing the same, either readjusting the saddles of their mounts, or eating quickly in the saddle.
Aryn took the food and looked down at it before passing it over to Kella. "Eat up," he said quietly, taking the opportunity to stretch out his aching legs.