Cass almost thought that everything was normal. Almost.
He'd come out of the tent, dressed in a similar fashion to yesterday and found that Lucian and Vespertine were still absent. Lady Ava and Fiona both gave Cass tired smiles. Cass joined them, pulling his own food stock out of his bag while Lord Ridgewood sat off to the side, being a loner. A moody one at that.
Cass would have called him a moody teenager to his face if they had been even a bit closer, but considering that the man probably wanted him dead? Maybe he'd already poked the bear enough for the dungeon. He should just leave him alone for now.
"How was your sleep?" Lady Ava asked and Cass froze, mid cookie bite. Don't blush. Don't blush. Don't you fucking blush, Cass!
"Uh, good. You?" He asked and she sighed. She was poking at a sausage and Cass watched as it dripped oil and fluid onto the plate. Damn he wanted that. His stomach rolled at the thought. Yeah, of course it was blessed.
