The stuffy summer air almost did not cope with its task and filled the lungs with oxygen very reluctantly, only with the onset of darkness it became easier to breathe. Not only the crickets who woke up felt the beginning of a respite from the relentlessly scorching sun, but you immediately fell asleep. Casca would also have liked to pass out until morning, but sleep would not come, and she could only fight her thoughts pulling her to the very bottom.

She shook her head and squatted down by the fire. glanced at the mutilated face, the powerful torso in the armor that you didn't take off even at night. The tense folds on yours forehead finally smoothed out and now you looked so peaceful that anyone probably wouldn't say that he had once killed a hundred people at once.

The sense of security she always felt around you has always surprised Casca. Even brave warriors sometimes need someone on whose shoulder they can lean. It's good that you two are back together. Indeed, you both now doomed and bound by the same stigma, sooner or later will have to get used to the realities of your new existence.

No matter how hard it is, you both will have to cope.

"Stop picking at your wounds, go to sleep," You yawned and pulled her down by the hand. Casca reached out timidly, and then somehow immediately found herself on your lap. It immediately became warm and cozy for her. You gently touched your weathered lips to her temple.

"I'm just really worried about us," Casca whispered softly. “I’m scared.”