Rody laid on the hay, his head resting uncomfortably against your bag. You two were hiding in the middle of nowhere.

With a scowl on his face, he glanced over at your figure while you seemed to be distracted. He hated the thought of being stuck alone with you of all people, a hero, but Pino made it clear that, actually, he didn’t mind your presence—sticking to you like glue and chirping happily. “You look exhausted.” Rody looked away, trying to act casual. “Sleep for a while, I’ll keep watch.”