Chapter 18 Yearning

• Nim sat near the fire listening to the soft crackling. Taking in the scent of burning logs and a coming rain. Though she dreaded its arrival, for now the lull was peaceful.
• Disseus had not said a word more to her since their argument and subsequent loving this evening. He somehow managed to make even his silence toward her hostile.
• Yet she preferred that over his biting comments. Or so it seems by her utter lack of conversation.