[Hector, for his part, sleeps as well as can be expected, given the circumstances. Their camp is a far cry from his bed in Julia’s cabin, but it’s better than the cave, and no worse than what Hector is accustomed to when traveling.
He decides to join Isaac for a quick swim in the pond. He strips and wades in, shuddering at the bracing chill of the water.
When he gets waist-deep, he ducks under and pops back up, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. Gooseflesh prickles his arms.]
Gods, that’s cold. Summer can’t come soon enough.
[Hector is generally comfortable in the water, having learned to swim in his youth, but there will be no lingering to paddle around today. A quick in and out to wash, unless the two of them want to catch their deaths.
After everything they’ve been through, that would be an anticlimactic way to go.]
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He decides to join Isaac for a quick swim in the pond. He strips and wades in, shuddering at the bracing chill of the water.
When he gets waist-deep, he ducks under and pops back up, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. Gooseflesh prickles his arms.]
Gods, that’s cold. Summer can’t come soon enough.
[Hector is generally comfortable in the water, having learned to swim in his youth, but there will be no lingering to paddle around today. A quick in and out to wash, unless the two of them want to catch their deaths.
After everything they’ve been through, that would be an anticlimactic way to go.]