But the boredom was already getting frustrating.
Camilla slowly turned her head away from the window, tired of seeing the same pattern of trees and rocks. She looked across the small space. She saw Damon sitting there. His broad shoulders were slumped slightly. His arms were crossed very tightly over his chest. He was staring at the floor of the carriage. His face was covered in a dark, gloomy cloud. He was clearly sulking.
Camilla frowned slightly. She watched him for a moment.
She thought to herself, her internal voice sounding very tired and confused.
"What is wrong with him now?" Camilla thought. She looked at his crossed arms and his downward stare. "Why is he in a foul mood? Just ten minutes ago, he was standing tall and proud in front of his grandfather. Now he looks like a dark rain cloud. Is it because of his injury?"
She let her eyes drop down to his right hand and let out a long, quiet breath. She groaned internally.
