told me that the wagon had arrived.
Walking outside made me squint horribly in the morning sun. A covered wooden wagon about the width of two of the inn’s tables sat on the road, and the innkeeper was unloading multiple packages labeled “flour.” It was pulled by a set of sturdy-looking horses, which I was happy about. Had they been starved-looking donkeys instead, I would have felt severely guilty for adding my weight to their burden. The wagon driver grunted and gestured to the back of the wagon before hauling off some more food supplies.
The wagon-bed was covered with straw and worn-looking cloth, but I climbed in anyway, making myself comfortable and using my overstuffed bag as a pillow. A creak announced Levent’s ascent into the wagon as well.
“’Mornin’,” I said, not even bothering to sit up. He might have snorted in laughter before he sat on the other side of the cart.
“Healing powers, huh?” The kin murmured after a moment of silence, looking away in thought. “That must be useful.”
“Hardly,” I snorted, wondering what made him so talkative all of a sudden. “I’m exhausted and I know far too much about being a human innkeeper’s wife for my own good, now.”
“What?”
I waved an arm in the air lazily, “Because I’m so bad at healing, I unintentionally read muscles, scars, and the like and pretty much find out everything about them. It’s a bit weird, really.”
Levent made a short humming sound before falling silent again, for which I was grateful. I nuzzled up against my bag and had nodded off again before the wagon even began to move.