In the dark night, the crackling sound of the dying fire echoed; Rowan looked at Owen who was still cleaning up the aftermath and stretched his body. The flickering firelight illuminated Owen's masculine profile, making Rowan a bit dazed.
This day had truly exhausted him; the entire process required exhausting all his strength, comparable to a battle with the Insectoid race.
"I'll go back and rest first, you hurry up."
"You go ahead and sleep first, no need to wait for me." Owen finished gnawing the last bone in a few bites, conveniently cleaning up the leftovers Omegina hadn't finished eating, throwing them far away to avoid attracting flying insects.
He did everything proficiently, like a model husband.
Waiting until he finished cleaning up properly, he bent down to step into the tent, only to find Omegina had long fallen sound asleep. He immediately tiptoed and slowly lay down beside Rowan.
