Morning heat poured through the ruined outpost window long before the sun actually crested the horizon.
Kai woke up and stretched his sore muscles because sleeping on a stone floor was never really comfortable.
Yena was already rolling her bedroll into a tight cylinder.
She strapped her gear together with practiced efficiency, clearly accustomed to surviving this miserable wasteland alone.
'She moves like a professional,' Kai thought to himself while brushing sand off his trousers.
'And she looks extremely good doing it.'
"You stare too much," Yena remarked without even looking over her shoulder.
She tied her spear to her leather pack and finally turned around.
"I am leaving in five minutes. If you want to survive, you should probably start walking before the sun bakes your brain."
"I have a better idea," Kai countered smoothly, stepping closer to her.
