The next day started differently.
They'd made camp the night before in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of what used to be an industrial district, the kind of place that probably manufactured auto parts or processed food before reality decided to merge with a fantasy world and turn everything upside down. Took turns keeping watch through the night, neither fully trusting the other yet, both sleeping with weapons within arm's reach.
When morning came, sunlight streaming through broken windows and gaps in the rusted metal roof, Serian surprised him.
"We should stay here for the day," she said, rolling up her bedroll with practiced efficiency.
Nox looked at her from where he sat against a concrete pillar, still half-asleep. "What? Why?"
