When Ashrik and Lucille had breakfast the next morning, neither of them brought up her dream. But it was evident that the weight of last night had finally lifted.
The space was as peaceful as ever. While the pair was still eating, the two dogs were already busy playing chase outside. Their barking rang through the yard.
The clock ticked softly on the wall. It was still early, around eight in the morning.
"Lucy, get ready," Ashrik said while setting his cup down, looking at her across the table. "We're heading to East Sentinel in fifteen minutes."
Lucille tilted her head, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes brightened almost immediately before a question flickered in her mind.
"Are you going first, Brother Ash? Flying there alone, I mean. Then bringing everyone out of the space later?"
Lucille hadn't asked how Ashrik planned to travel this morning. She simply assumed based on how he had done so in the past few days.
