Night had already fallen.
We'd been on the road for two days since we'd visited Maya's parents. The air had cooled, the forest folded into shadow, and our small camp was a scatter of dim lanterns and the soft crackle of a dying fire. We'd pitched three tents for the night with one where Aegis and Ayane shared quiet conversation, another where Meria slept so loud I half expected some beast to be drawn in by the noise, and the last where Maya and I were holed up.
Inside that last tent, Maya was giving me a private performance.
