Lukas thanked Melody under his breath, stumbling onto his feet. And in that moment, he felt a tiredness that was physical as much as it was mental.
His Constitution was high enough that a twenty four hours straight walk wasn't really that debilitating, but this was his first time.
He barely made it into the tent and onto the mat before his eyes closed and his body drifted off in sleep.
Outside, Melody found a place to sit as she began the first watch, placing her sword across her lap, her head on a slow swivel, watching the desert in every direction.
Karrakas ducked into his own tent without ceremony. Akira lifted the flap of Lukas's tent and slipped inside, lying down beside him.
He didn't stir, and a few minutes later, she was asleep too.
A few hours passed in relative quiet. It was as if the universe wanted them to be well rested. Not a single beast even disturbed their rest.
Melody soon leaned into the tent. "Akira," she said quietly. "Your turn."
