When We Hold Each Other Up, page 13
Rowan offers him the coat. “You look really good. Less worn.”
He slips into the sleeves. The coat is a little tight across the shoulders now. “I’m no longer starving in an apple orchard, if that’s what you mean.”
They face the road and the woodland beyond. Erhent stretches an arm around Rowan’s shoulders, even though Rowan is almost too tall. “So, we aren’t strangers, and I think I’m done with quests.”
“Oh, I’ve learned all new types of stories, now. I’ve got loads to share with you.” Rowan points past the city, over the hills that slowly grow into mountains. “Let’s walk that way, and I’ll tell you my stories, and maybe we’ll gather some new ones along the way.”
Phoebe Wagner, When We Hold Each Other Up
