Finally, Bokyung thought. He felt his shoulders sag just a little, a relief that infused his whole body. He felt bowlegged and overworked, even though they hadn't been riding hard and his horse was so skinny.

They came to the edge of the copse and Bokyung slid, exhausted, from the back of his horse. He still said nothing for a moment, naturally and easily following into getting the camp ready. He wasn't entirely sure he trusted this well dressed warrant officer to know how.