"Take this," Dylan says, handing me the additional blanket from his bag.

I shake my head. "No it's alright. This one is enough."

Elsa is next to us against the rocky outcrop already fast asleep. She is exhausted, I can tell by the look on her face as she sleeps. She hasn't spoken much our entire journey either. What we have put her through has to be a lot to process. Even though we have saved her from Grog's pack, Dylan and I both know that if they ever catch up with us we will all be dead.

"You sure?" Dylan asks with his arm still outstretched with the blanket....