“He tried to stand and get to them, and collapsed. How had he made it off this mountain last time? He remembered dizzily that Will had carried him. Will had put him on a horse, then put him to bed and lain down next to him. He remembered looking up into Will’s eyes, remembered how it had felt to have all that attention focused on him, dark eyes looking down into his own, a warm hand brushing hair from his face. God, he hated when he was weak.”
