Lindarion shifted slightly. Adjusted the fire. Not bigger. Just a little closer to the center so the others could keep some of the heat.
The movement sent a faint crackle through the shelter. Not loud. Just enough to remind the mountain they were still here.
Lira was the only one still awake.
He didn't look at her directly, but he didn't need to.
She hadn't moved since she sat. Still half-facing the entrance. Still listening to something the rest of them couldn't hear.
He rolled his shoulders back once, quietly. The soreness was starting to turn into stiffness. He could stretch it out later.
The silence sat between them like another person.
Not uncomfortable. Not tense.
Just there.
He could feel her glance after a while. Quick. Sharp. Like checking the edge of a knife.
"I thought you were tired," she said.
Her voice was low. Not quite a whisper. But soft enough that it didn't risk waking anyone.
