Drunk, angry, and exhausted, Stephen's mind was a whirlwind as he stormed off into the night without so much as a glance back at the camp he abandoned. He walked - or staggered, rather - until he was far enough away to satisfy himself, and in a defensible position. A heavy sigh escaped him as he settled down, releasing some of the anger and tension from before while he subconsciously rubbed at his left wrist. Rhea lied down beside him, studying him closely. Her own sigh caught Stephen's attention. He smiled softly and stroked her head. "Sorry, girl."
That was all he said or thought, before lying down the rest of the way and soon after giving in to sleep's sirensong.
Bookmarks