She let him pull her up, and came up against his body hard, colour rising in her face. “Isaac,” she repeated, smile widening. Stepping back, she let her hand linger in his for a moment, then bent to the task of dousing and burying the coals of their fire. There was little else to do save roll up their blankets and saddle Buttons after that.
Fighting the urge to squeeze her hand and pull her in against his chest, Isaac watched her pull away with a somewhat sad look of longing, knowing that they had to get moving to create enough distance between themselves and Sir Kit’s ire. As Summer took care of the fire, he moved to get Buttons some more water, fixing on his saddle, before moving about to gather up all their belongings.
It really wasn’t very long at all before they were packed up and ready to go. There was no way to disguise the face that someone had camped there, but she hoped their trail would be obscure enough to prevent Sir Kit from catching up to them easily. The villagers would deceive him as much as they could, she knew, but the one thing Sir Kit was good at was hunting.
Concealing her worry from Sir Isaac, she let him assist her to mount Buttons — sitting before him instead of behind — and they set off through the Wolf Forest again. She let herself rest back against him with a little thrill. After a time, she asked, ‘How far is it to your lord’s castle?”