“Karin.”
I spin around to see Ansel, still pale and sickly-looking, treading slowly after me. It’s late morning and he was well enough to come down to breakfast - and ignore me through it - but I’m shocked to see him walking around outside in his condition.
“Suddenly, you can speak?” I cross my arms as he approaches me.
He narrows his eyes at me. “I don’t know why I’m bothering, frankly.”
“I don’t know why you are, either.” I shrug my shoulders and start to turn back around.
“Wait,” he says. “Fine.”
I purse my lips and stare at him in my best, ‘I’m waiting,’ expression.
“I’ve been informed that you’re - “ He stops to cough. “That you’re going into town today.”
“Is that okay, or am I a prisoner again?”
“You’re not a prisoner,” he says. “But
