Chapter 73: The Body Pillow Refused Again...
The camp was set much like the previous night—tents pitched in a small clearing, the faint orange glow of the fire flickering against the canvas walls, utensils cleaned, a few hushed conversations traded before sleep.
Inside their tent, the stillness pressed close. Ethan lay on his bedroll, eyes half-shut but mind restless. Across from him, Lirael shifted. He could sense her stirring long before she whispered his name.
"…Ethan?"
He turned his head slightly, voice low but alert. "I'm awake. What is it?"
Her slender hand reached toward the corner of the tent, fumbling inside her pouch. She pulled out a small glass vial—the stamina potion he had given her after the battle. Even in the dim light, the liquid shimmered faintly, glowing with restrained vitality. She held it as if it were a jewel too precious for her to touch.
