The following morning dawned somewhat chilly with the oncroaching spring rains. The pattering raindrops drummed a stoccato on the roof of the inn, delaying the party's departure. Tynan sat at the window, his eyes distant, head resting on his arms as he hugged his knees, staring disconsolately at the rain as they bejeweled the grimy pane. The others were downstairs in the inn's common room, having lunch. Tynan wasn't feeling all that hungry.

He idly wondered if he should just leave the company of Feather and the priests, but he knew that Adam wouldn't let him. Something about that boy tended to control him far more than he was willing to admit. Feather came into the room, barely taking notice of him.

He heard her going to her pack, ruffling around in it for a moment as she looked for something, then turn to leave. "How far are you planning to follow us, Feather?" he asked suddenly as she was about to shut the door. He heard the floorboards creak as she paused, and he could feel her eyes on him. "I'm sorry if I came across as pushy, but once we leave here, you should be safe."

He turned to regard her with distant eyes, hard as agates. He smiled at her coldly. "Besides, I can tell you can't stand the sight of me," he went on. "I'm sure you'd enjoy the company of Arum far better."