The desert night had grown bitterly cold.
Brandon walked slowly toward the small, makeshift camp Rheanne had set up in the lee of a large rock formation.
Peeking inside, he saw Rheanne sitting cross-legged on a thick blanket she had also pulled from her spatial storage.
She was reading an old, leather-bound book, her long white hair cascading over one shoulder.
Beside her there is a simple metal cup filled with water and a few pieces of flatbread wrapped in clean cloth.
'She is really prepared,'
Rheanne glanced up the moment he approached and her gaze softened faintly.
Without a word, she picked up one of the pieces of bread and offered it to him.
"Here…"
Brandon took the bread from her hand.
He bit into it and munched slowly.
'It's not bad,'
After hours of walking through the desert, even bread tastes divine.
He sat down across from her inside the tent, crossing his legs as he continued eating.
Looking at her, he asked, "You have these stored in that weird place?"
