Thread: Queen, Lover, Bitch. (PsionicCuttlefish and MacaronMaven)

Morthain only winced slightly and gave Kaevri an apologetic expression when she fixed him with her accusation of not having her take a turn at watch. When the King tried to bargain for more sleep, Morthain remained neutral, but when Kenaiwan turned and tried to get back in the carriage, that's when Morthain started to get worried. But to his great relief, he didn't need to try and cajole the King into following, for Kaevri stepped up to do that for him. The somewhat beleagured knight returned to the Queen an equally grateful expression for her help in managing her husband. But then, when the King made his comment about thinking that they had left the Llarrl far behind already, Morthain really was worried. Kaevri could see a highly concerned, troubled expression cross the knight's face briefly but immediately after the King's comments about the wolf-men-beasts, as if he was grappling with a very hard decision. The knight was honestly considering the motivational merit of admitting to the King and Queen, right then and there, that in terms of travel the Llarrl were effectively right behind them . While panic born of seeming hopelessness would doom them, apathy would be their downfall just as surely. But again to his relief, he didn't need to make that decision, as the King finally acquieced and moved to mount up on one of the horses himself. Stressed as he was, Morthain couldn't manage to supress a sigh then, but he kept it quiet enough that Kenaiwan shouldn't hear it if he wasn't looking. Instead, the Knight picked up two of the supply-bags he had set up, and slung them over his back while walking towards Kaevri's horse. It was then, through the grogginess of inadequate sleep, that Kaevri might have realized that the former military leader was no longer wearing even his breastplate, or in fact, none of the other cherry-picked pieces of his old armor suit except for his forearm-guarding vambraces and thick, metal-plated gloves. None of said missing pieces of armor were anywhere to be seen, yet he was carrying on as if things were normal. The only reason Morthain would abandon those last pieces of his armor was if he decided he needed to trade protection for lightweight speed, and the only reason he would do that , this late into their escape, was if things were very, very bad. But he had regained his composure by now, and with calm, stoic confidence, he braced himself on the side of Kaevri's horse, preparing to climb up. I would ride behind, if it pleases you, m'lady. He said as he moved to mount the horse. After he checked to make sure that the King was hauling the third and last supply-bag with his horse, Morthain clicked his tongue, and the horses started off in a trot. Lead for now, m'lady, He said to Kaevri, who had the reins of their horse. I'm going to guide us for some distance, to ensure we are on the right path. When I'm sure and I start to nod off, you can lead things from there, M'lord. Morthain said, turning to the King for a moment, before he turned back to look forward in the darkness of the path through the woods. From how he had been reacting earlier, Kaevri could certainly tell, knowing Morthain as well as she did, that there was still something very wrong. But the knight still hadn't admitted what it was yet.