Theron woke about half an hour later.
He came out of sleep more slowly than the others, the young man's recovery pattern was still adjusting to E-rank, and sat up on his pallet with the small dazed look of someone who had been dreaming heavily and could not quite shake it.
Bruce did not ask what he had been dreaming. Some things a person kept for themselves.
They washed and went out for breakfast.
The morning stew stall was the same. The heavyset woman with the burn-scarred arms gave them their three bowls with the small ordinary nod of a regular. Bruce paid. They ate at the ledge-counter.
