Apart from a few days spent in towns, they were mostly back in the wilderness again, and while they weren't making as much progress (or going in the right direction) as Cara would have liked... she didn't hate it, not least because it meant not having to deal with people who weren't Richard, Kahlan, or Zedd.

Though there was the downside of having to stand double (or triple) watches because certain people needed to go for 'walks' (and honestly, who did they think they were fooling at this point), and the chill beginning to creep into the air at night. Both of which were reasons why when she realised she was waking up curled around a soft warm body, which if it wasn't the right warm body still had a different kind of rightness to it, she'd just curled in tighter without opening her eyes.

( In which the form of Cara's soul is a terrible surprise to all )