Fifty-three:
Catesby
I woke up to find Crimson sitting across from me. Her eyes widened when she saw that I was awake. “You’re up!” she exclaimed, standing up from where she had been sitting.
“I’m up,” I said, forcing myself to sit up.
She smiled at me. “I thought…I thought that you weren’t going to make it.”
“I had to make it,” I said, “I had to see your beautiful face again. I have to taste you again.”
She took a breath. “Catesby, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”
“I want to say stuff like that,” I said, “in fact I want to do more than stuff like that. I want to be inside---”
“You’re awake,” the flap of the tent opened, and Zaan Pulfer came inside. I grimaced at seeing him.
“Yes,” I said, “I am.”
“Good,” said Zaan, “we need to wo
