Tempest hadn't felt this excited in days.
For the first time since Dron left, she had something to focus on besides waiting. There was a plan now. A dangerous one, possibly even a foolish one, but a plan all the same. She moved around the kitchen gathering anything she thought they might need, placing containers of food, extra clothing, blankets, and whatever small tools she could find across the table. Most of it probably wouldn't be useful, but she didn't care. Doing something felt better than sitting still. Even the simple act of folding one of Dron's thick outer garments made her feel as if she was moving closer to him.
"I don't know how cold it gets in Skoq," Tempest said as she lifted the garment and inspected it. "Do you think we should bring more of these? We don't know how long we're going to be gone."
Mexyn sat across from her at the table with her hands folded in her lap. "It gets colder the farther you travel from the border."
"Then we should definitely pack more."
