They reached the basin where the camp's little world shook hands with the larger one. Smoke from the heaters went up straight for ten feet before the wind remembered it had a job and took over. A drone brought in a box and set it down like a person who'd never dropped a thing in its life. For once the generator coughed and didn't make anyone flinch.
Feris had wedged herself in the tent doorway with a rope looped around her waist and knotted twice to the center pole so she could "lean" like a normal body. She still hovered. When she saw them, her mouth tightened, then relaxed. She took in the cuts, the way Arashi guarded his arm, the way Lynea's fragments hung quiet. She went for humor anyway.
"If you brought me souvenirs, they'd better not sparkle" she said.
"Just scars" Arashi told her. "I can tape glow sticks to them later."
"Pass" Feris said. "I'm allergic to girly-shiny aesthetics."
