I tugged on Levent’s cloak. His face held no expression, but his eyes betrayed him as they turned to me. The wildness within them had dimmed. He was also worn out.
I whispered to him, “If you don’t want to deal with these idiots, I’d recommend we go around the village. My house is southeast of here, and provided you don’t pull anything weird, you’re welcome to eat and rest there.”
He said nothing, and simply turned east. A pang of panic shot through me as I realized how inviting the kin into my home would look later, but I quashed it. Whatever he had gained from the cave, I was pretty sure it did not involve hurting the villagers. At least, he did not seem to have any open hostility toward any of them. Or me, I added mentally, remembering how he had carried me out of the shrine. As undignified as he was, at least he seemed to care about people.
I sighed loudly, turning my face upward. What had I gotten myself into?