Edmund sighed. He slowed his horse to match Gwen's horse's stride. "I want to help. We've come this far, and I'm not a quitter," he said.Tears once again pricked Gwen's eyes. She quickly bat them back. "It is fine if you do not wish to help me the rest of the way." She said coldly. "I can find my way myself."
"Are you alright?" Fent asked, seeing the tears. He never knew what to do with strong emotions.
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Emilee nodded. "I'm fine," she gave the pot one last hearty stir then went outside