In the morning, Jamie appeared somewhat brighter, or at least more serene, as if he had come to a difficult decision. He mentioned the prospect of hot tea for supper, although it provided little solace in the chilly air. Still half-asleep, Claire trailed after him along the path, brushing off pine needles and small spiders from her skirt. As the morning progressed, the narrow path faded into a faint trace amidst rough sheep’s fescue, meandering around prominent rocks.