Dragons do not simply give up the chase, Tristan thought, though he neglected to share that thought with his nurse. She was already doing the most useful thing she was able by helping him to regain his strength. The benefits of sending her out to scout their surroundings were likely to be outweighed by the risk of her being caught out by their dangerous, reptilian stalker. It was almost surely lingering in the vicinity, waiting for one or both of them to be stupid enough to reveal themselves.
“I cannot see—how far back does this cave go? Is it connected to any others?” he asked, hoping vaguely that the answer was a negative.
"No," she answered, setting the cup down. "The kids did a good job in that regard. It's not even so much a cave as a den that was washed out among the roots of the old tree above us. There weren't any signs that this was someone's home, and there's a stream practically at the front door. Sirrocco is out scouting at the moment. He wasn't confident the dragon wouldn't resume its search once the storm let up. Personally, I have more faith in Shiva's ability to deter unwanted attention, but my older companions usually need time to warm up to newcomers. Now, are you going to try to finish this draught before you sleep again, or would you like to try eating something first?"