He was still by the entrance, sitting with his back against the rock, his rifle resting across his lap. His eyes were open, alert, watching the world outside.
Athena frowned. "Did you sleep at all?"
He glanced at her, a smirk tugging at his lips. "A little."
She didn't believe him.
Sighing, she scooted closer, her legs stretched out beside his. The fire cast a soft glow over his face, highlighting the sharp angles and the exhaustion lingering in his eyes.
"You should rest," she told him again.
He exhaled, tilting his head back against the stone. "Maybe later."
Silence settled between them, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was… familiar. As if they had done this before, sat together in the quiet, waiting for the dawn to break.
Athena wrapped her arms around her knees, watching the entrance. The sky was still dark, but she could see the faintest hint of light creeping over the horizon.
