It would have been easier to go fall in with Eyslk and Siwan. He could have hidden with them until his smile was properly back in place. But his feet have a way of bringing him toward Cywyllog.

Maybe she won't care about the blood on his lip or the bruise around his eye or the fact he can't quite force a smile, even for her.

"Just a little delayed." His fingers reach to tug at her loose braid before he ducks his head toward studying the shore. "Anything good today?"