By the time the sixth panel was bolted down, Hana's arms were vibrating from how she had used the drill.
She was covered in gray dust, her dress clinging to her skin with sweat, but the southern ridge now looked like a piece of the future was drawn in her mind.
Bet you won't find a solar panel mountain anywhere. She thought and a light chuckle bubbled in her chest.
"What's funny, Hana?" Caspian asked, putting his face closer to rub his cheek against hers and she stopped laughing.
"I just think I did a really good job." She said to herself. "Now that we're done here, take me down,"
Caspian descended with practiced care, landing lightly near the mouth of the den. He didn't let go of her waist immediately, lingering in the contact until Hana tapped his forearm to be released.
Raiden was waiting there, leaning against the cave entrance and picking at his nails.
"Finally. I thought you were planning on living up there."
