Tempest woke slowly, her hand reaching across the bed before her eyes were fully open.
Cold sheets met her fingertips.
Her heart gave one hard thump as her eyes flew open and she searched the room for Dron. He was there. Sitting at the edge of the bed with his back partially turned in her direction. He was already dressed, his dark clothing fitted closely to his body and his boots covered in a thin layer of dirt as if he'd already been outside. Tempest stared at him for a moment, waiting for him to notice that she was awake. Something about the way he was sitting made her chest ache. His shoulders were lowered, and his head hung slightly as he looked down at his hands. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he was sad. She could feel it surrounding him like a heavy cloud.
"Where did you go?" Tempest's voice came out rough from sleep.
