Spoilers: Up to "The Eye"
Companion
We sit on the wagon as it trundles along the route, feeling the roughness of the dirt track as the wheels workover each tiny bump like an endless string of potholes. I feel her move closer, a shift that would remain unseen to our captors, but it's felt. Just like the brush of her fingers against mine as she casually moves her bound hands, covering the gesture up by flipping hair off her face.
As we're paraded like trophies to the Genii, she turns to me, eyes bright, strong in the face of our uncertain future. I'm glad I'm not alone.