Later that night, after tending to the wounded, Alice finally returned to her tent—or rather, what used to be Alex's tent.
He wasn't in any condition to sleep on his own yet.
And since it was easier to keep all three injured heroes in one place, Alice had claimed the space for herself and ordered the trio to stay put for a few more days.
Efficient. Practical. Very Alice.
…Or was there something more to it?
No one said anything, but the way her eyes lingered a bit too long on that tent flap earlier—yeah, maybe there was another reason.
Maybe even Alice didn't know what it was herself.
She paused just outside the tent.
Her boots rustled against the grass.
Inside, she heard it—Rae's distinct little goblin shuffle.
The scratch-scratch of his nails on fabric, the soft grunt of someone either rearranging a pillow or trying not to trip over one.
Her heart skipped. Then thumped.
She hadn't talked to him once since she got here.
