They didn't stop until dark.
The garrison town of Selvek was three hours past the ambush site, small enough to be unremarkable and large enough to have an inn with private rooms and a stable that could handle four horses without questions. Caelum had said nothing for the entire three hours. Not the processing silence or the deliberating silence or any of the silences she had learned to read over the months. Something new. Something she didn't have a category for yet.
The three remaining imperial guards handled the horses. She handled the rooms. The inn was run by an older demon woman with deep green skin and the particular wariness of someone who had been running a border town inn long enough to understand that the guests most worth worrying about were the ones who arrived after dark without luggage.
She paid for four rooms without explaining anything and took the keys and went upstairs.
