"But where are we going to end up? Where are we going to live?" she asked.
"I don't know," he replied honestly. "Gods only know at this point. Maybe we find a village with a place for you. Maybe we find a farm or homestead like Miss Kevendish's. But we'll find something somewhere."
He stood up, mentioning that he should get the shopping out of the way. He suggested they plan on sleeping in shifts, not knowing what the thievery rate around here might be. He also suggested that they start taking turns sleeping as soon as he got back. Neither of them had been getting much sleep lately. In the morning they would set out once more.
She agreed, and he left. He had already noted some of the vendors he needed to visit. It felt nice having a little money to buy things with, even if he did have to stay frugal and practical about it. He did make a point of buying a dress that he thought would both fit and look pretty on Sharnellynn. She needed and deserved it. Another shirt for Ahriender went over his arm as well.
It took a few trips to get everything to the wagon. Sharnellynn was grateful for the dress, and did seem to like it. She was wearing it by the time he got back with the next armload of supplies. There were even still a few coins jingling in his purse when he was done.
