Devlin shook off his worries about Albyn, cursing himself for getting distracted before they reached the safety of their destination. He blamed it on the later hour and the cold that pulled him toward sleep, but the truth was that he wasn't the young man he'd once been, and the years were catching up with him.
"When this is over," he muttered under his breath. "I want a giant mug of hot tea and a soft bed."
"I'll join you for that," Sir Elgon said lightly as he came to stand next to the former sailor. "Is everyone accounted for?" Elgon asked quietly. "I'd hate for anyone to get locked out in this cold."
