Crow cursed silently as Gavin insisted on crossing the river through the water. Even though it did look safe to cross, he could already feel his heartbeat begin to pick up with nervousness. He’d had enough bad experiences in the past trusting slow and shallow looking rivers, only to find out the currents that ran beneath the surface had been strong enough to sweep him off his feet. Rivers were deceitful things, so he preferred to stay on land, well out of their reach.
He glanced at Penelope as she spoke up in defense of his idea, hoping her word would be enough to sway her stubborn ex suitor, but unfortunately, Gavin seemed convinced that the thief was trying to throw them off course somehow. He wished the knight would put his competitiveness aside and realize that he was trying to help them. It was becoming a nuisance to always butt heads with him every time a decision had to be made, especially since this particular decision could potentially put his safety at risk.
As Gavin stepped into the water, Crow shifted his weight uncomfortably, debating whether he should just tell the knight that he couldn’t swim. However, even though he knew it could be dangerous for him to cross the river, he couldn’t bring himself to confess his inability to the other man. It was prideful, but he didn’t want to admit the weakness out loud, and especially not to Gavin. The only reason he had told Penelope long ago was because he had been exhausted, and that river had been deep enough that he couldn’t have crossed by himself. The circumstances this time weren’t quite the same.
He blinked as he felt Penelope link arms with him, suddenly realizing how tensely he had been standing. Fortunately, Olivia and Gavin had already begun crossing the river, so neither of them seemed to notice his reluctance to follow. As she tried to reassure him that she would be by his side, he nodded faintly. “I know,” he murmured. “And I trust you. I just wish he wouldn’t be so stubborn about this. The real crossing point isn’t even that far from here.” He shook his head, letting out a long sigh. “Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do about it now… Might as well get it over with.”
Fighting back against his instinct to stay away from the rushing water, Crow walked with Penelope to the water’s edge. As they stepped in, his heart pounded with anxiousness and fear flashed briefly across his face. The water immediately soaked his boots and the bottom of his pants, chilling his skin. The unpleasant sensation did nothing to improve his feelings about the situation.
“I hope you’ve got a good hold, love,” he muttered bitterly, forcing himself to regain control of his facial expression in case the other knights looked back at them. “Because I’m about one strong current away from running out of this godsforsaken river.”
He glanced at Penelope as she spoke up in defense of his idea, hoping her word would be enough to sway her stubborn ex suitor, but unfortunately, Gavin seemed convinced that the thief was trying to throw them off course somehow. He wished the knight would put his competitiveness aside and realize that he was trying to help them. It was becoming a nuisance to always butt heads with him every time a decision had to be made, especially since this particular decision could potentially put his safety at risk.
As Gavin stepped into the water, Crow shifted his weight uncomfortably, debating whether he should just tell the knight that he couldn’t swim. However, even though he knew it could be dangerous for him to cross the river, he couldn’t bring himself to confess his inability to the other man. It was prideful, but he didn’t want to admit the weakness out loud, and especially not to Gavin. The only reason he had told Penelope long ago was because he had been exhausted, and that river had been deep enough that he couldn’t have crossed by himself. The circumstances this time weren’t quite the same.
He blinked as he felt Penelope link arms with him, suddenly realizing how tensely he had been standing. Fortunately, Olivia and Gavin had already begun crossing the river, so neither of them seemed to notice his reluctance to follow. As she tried to reassure him that she would be by his side, he nodded faintly. “I know,” he murmured. “And I trust you. I just wish he wouldn’t be so stubborn about this. The real crossing point isn’t even that far from here.” He shook his head, letting out a long sigh. “Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do about it now… Might as well get it over with.”
Fighting back against his instinct to stay away from the rushing water, Crow walked with Penelope to the water’s edge. As they stepped in, his heart pounded with anxiousness and fear flashed briefly across his face. The water immediately soaked his boots and the bottom of his pants, chilling his skin. The unpleasant sensation did nothing to improve his feelings about the situation.
“I hope you’ve got a good hold, love,” he muttered bitterly, forcing himself to regain control of his facial expression in case the other knights looked back at them. “Because I’m about one strong current away from running out of this godsforsaken river.”