He didn't respond to the voice. It was familiar, but he couldn't quite -
“Cam, ye've got an anxious girl at yer side,” the voice continued. “Now be a good lad and tell her ye'll be fine.”
He turned his head, or thought he did, and looked groggily at -
“Dad...?”
His father sat near him, but not within reach, for some reason. The sword lay on the ground between them, untouched. The older man smiled. “Welcome t' the club, Cameron. 'Tis verra exclusive.” He smiled at the joke, as they both knew few people would want to have a membership to such a group.
“Wha' -”
Another voice drifted into his awareness.
“...I don't even like answering the door for pizza...”
His father looked upon him fondly, the campfire tracing shapes on his dead face. “Cam, help the lass oot...”
Cam's eyes snapped open and he jerked in place, turning his head too quickly to locate his father, who wasn't anywhere he could see. Only Juniper was at his side. He turned his blue-green eyes to focus on the young woman.
“Ye're here,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse, as if he'd been yelling for an hour.