Status Updates From These Deathless Shores

Jordan watched from the deck as Baron vanished into the trees. She'd expected him to at least understand.
Just as bad as Peter.
The wind blew through her, fanned her anger like flame. He would not last long, crashing through the forest alone and unarmed in the middle of the night; who knew but that Chay's wolf already had its nose to the ground.

His fatigue sharpened into a headache as they made their way through the bowels of the ship, past men groaning out of bed or sprinkling Dust on wounds in various stages of healing. Jordan greeted them as if they were already old friends--"That's Ellis," she murmured in his ear, "and Rien, and Koro, and Nilam, and Sander"--but Baron was even more out of his body than usual, his limbs gone leaden and uncooperative.