Tempest was so used to living in the dream world that the second she stood up and started to walk to the front door of the small hut they'd been secluded in, she could feel the oppressive heat starting to weigh her down.
"Maybe we can hide away for a little while longer," Tempest groaned.
"Don't tempt me, woman. If we stay away any longer, the people will think we've abandoned them." Dron chuckled and reached down to grab her hand.
