Well, that settled it. Mishka had her good points, but she was most definitely not a morning person.
She'd sat there in stony faced silence ever since they'd left sight of the city gates, hunched over, flatly refusing to either put on her coat or wear his. It was raining, for heaven's sake, and still she insisted on being stubborn and sitting directly under a particularly large, cold drip. She might have been grinding her teeth.
In fairness, she hadn't had much sleep!
He, on the other hand, was having a pretty good day. Everything had fit in the wonder tent - it seemed to have mysteriously shrunk, for reasons he hadn't yet figured out, but everything had fit. Maddox had actually been in a pleasant mood when he'd slipped out to the stables to get her harnessed up. The fire-bucket had still been smouldering away, enough to make his first cup of tea for the morning.
He was still working on that tea, balancing it delicately between his knees while he figured out how to arrange the reins.
"Cheer up, sad sack. You're on an adventure."