I kind of liked this paragraph. I'll probably like it better when it's revised.
They camped that night in a clearing near a small stream. Cain had been right, the forest had provided--provided them with fresh drinking water at least. They had plenty of food to get them through the next couple of days. And going by the fact that they had spotted several deer during their walk that day, the forest would provide them with meat when they ran out of that.
“So, we get to fly in an airship?” Hikari asked excitedly as if trying to dissipate the dark mood.
Cain raised an eyebrow. “I thought you were afraid of heights.”
The young healer stuck her tongue out at him, breaking the tenseness completely. “Only if I’m standing on the edge of something or if what I’m standing on isn’t very stable.” She smiled. “Besides, you’ll be the one piloting, right?”
Cain smiled wistfully. “Maybe,” he replied.
Sarah is talking about Cain piloting airships.
“You really miss it, don’t you?” Sarah asked somberly.
The former knight frowned, not replying. He pulled out his knife and block of wood and began carving. Sarah sighed. Ignore me as usual.
“It’s a part of my life long gone,” he said after a few minutes of silence, shocking the former barmaid.
“Well, maybe after this is all over you can get that part of your life back,” Sarah replied, smiling.
Cain’s expression darkened as he trained his eye on the block of wood in his hands. Sarah frowned. It seemed he still believed that he was going to die. “We’ll see,” he said softly.
Cain nodded, continuing to read the book.
“You’ll let us know if you find anything helpful in there, won’t you?” Sarah couldn’t help but ask.
The former knight frowned. “I doubt there will be anything in here that we don’t already know,” he replied darkly.
Hikari frowned. “I don’t know about that.” She gestured at the book. “Blake had asked the shopkeeper lady to make sure that you found it.”
Cain sighed. “Yes, but not for the reason you are thinking.”
“What do you mean?” Sarah asked, studying him.
“That’s between Blake and I,” he replied, shutting the book with a snap and slipping it into his pack. He stood. “I’ll take last watch. Whoever’s not taking first, should get some rest.” With that, he walked into the men’s tent.
I hope I'm in a better mood tomorrow so I can get more written.
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