The morning finally arrived, with sunlight filtering through the gaps on the trees and painting the surroundings in a soft, golden glow, and when they saw that Rukiyo still did not awaken— Blank took it upon himself to carry her.
He gently scooped her up, cradling her against his chest, his hold firm but gentle.
Then, just like that, the group had set off again, travelling through the forest at a steady and even pace, the silence of the woodland now often broken by the sounds of their footsteps and the crunching of fallen leaves under their feet.
The sun climbed higher in the sky as the hours passed by, its blazing heat searing down on them as they continued their journey.
The air shimmered with an almost unbearable warmth at this point, yet Rukiyo remained completely undisturbed, her eyes shut with her chest rising and falling in deep, even breaths, but what can Blank and Flykra expect from the woman who dipped her hands into boiling water to fetch the newly boiled egg?
