POV: Aphrodite
Some moments exist because tomorrow may not.
Two days pass in frantic preparation. We fortify the ruins as best we can with limited resources, setting traps along likely approach routes, establishing fallback positions and escape routes. Cassian and Bastien coordinate defensive strategy with military precision, their voices low and urgent as they argue over sight lines and kill zones. Kai scouts tirelessly, mapping the surrounding terrain, returning each time with dirt under his nails and fresh scratches marking his skin. Lyra tends to our limited supplies, rationing carefully, her hands steady even as worry creases her brow.
