Contrary to what one may believe, Gareth was exactly the kind of captain that would make his subordinates move immediately after a life threatening battle.
Silas was still limping a little as they walked through the sea of roots and branches, Antonio at the lead cutting down the path for them as they made their way deeper into the woods. The foliage had consumed the entire world by now, making him feel unnecessarily on edge.
Not the combat kind of on edge though. The other kind, the quieter and in some ways more irritating kind, where there was nothing immediately wrong but the environment had decided to be atmospheric about it regardless.
