The sand was warm against her skin. A salty breeze blew in from the sea, bringing the strong scent of seaweed and the constant sound of the waves coming and going. The sky above was a clear, clear blue, as if the storm that had engulfed them had never existed.
Scathach opened her eyes first. The sun was blinding, but she didn't care. Her body still ached from the energy she had expended trying to hold the group together before the disaster, but somehow, she had survived. Survival had always been her specialty.
Beside her, lying on her back in the sand with an arm draped over her eyes, Scarlet was breathing deeply, as if at peace. The redhead seemed less worried than Scathach would have expected, which made her smile slightly.
"Do you still think this was the best way to do it? I thought your plan was to make them stronger," Scarlet asked, without taking her arm from her eyes.
