"We're safe," he says. "We'll get to the village a little after nightfall, and I can find my friend. We'll get you a cloak, and hopefully some food. Once we have supplies, we can head toward the nearest village. No one there will be looking for us, and we can live someplace where you can hide and I can work."
May is clearly not very pleased with his explanation, but if she has any arguments she doesn't voice them. Instead, she only nods, and follows close behind Asher as he leaves the gully. They travel along the river for another hour or so, then he leads them along a narrow trail in the grass. Soon darkness falls. May reaches for Asher's hand and stops him. He looks back at her. "What is it?" he whispers.
He can scarcely see her, but she points toward the sky. The stars shine. Tens of thousands of them sparkling in the firmament; two smoky-white bands cross each other, like starlit clouds. "What?" Asher asks. "It's just the stars."
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