They split the tents by habit and by courtesy.
Keahi put the girls in the warmer one near the generator. Raizen wound up further out with Obi, then watched as Obi traded places with Esen so Esen could keep an eye on Ichiro's fever and Obi could "patrol" the perimeter, which meant lurk where trouble liked to walk. Hikari didn't argue about the shuffle. She was pale and shaky from the healing - she slept early, wrapped in two blankets, her staff leaning where her hand could find it.
Raizen lay on his back on a thin mat with his boots by the flap and his coat over his chest. The tent breathed with the wind. Somewhere, a kettle sang and clicked off. The generator coughed once and settled. He let the sounds stack into a rhythm he could rest inside. He closed his eyes and told his ribs to loosen.
Sleep came like a door on an oiled hinge.
...
He was standing.
