Khemrys's eyes don't dart to Jason and Elizabeth, nor does she linger in envy for how easy they seem with one another. She had never thought to ask if they were courting.

There are things to be done.

There's a knife in the pack, well suited for such work, as well as defense. A good sturdy belt knife. And a small sheet of metal to broil the skinned and gutted fish upon.

Even a small packet of herbs.

It keeps her busy. And it keeps her quiet.