"What are you doing?!" Kelyn demands, when she finally catches up with Jory. He is lurking at the rear of another wagon, staring at a cluster of wagons opposite. "Are your wits addled from sleeping fully-clothed?" "Shut up! He'll hear you!" "He - oh!" Kelyn recognises the figure standing by the end wagon, examining the trim with intense concentration. "That's the one I found with you this morning. I thought he was the one who hit you?" "It can't have been him. The one who hit me had white hair."