Your legs had long surpassed the point of discomfort; they had ventured into the realm of outright cramping hours ago.

Tighnari exhaled deeply, his breath a testament to the fatigue that enveloped him as the car continued its relentless journey forward.

Beyond the confines of the vehicle, the landscape unfolded in all its splendor—a tapestry of majestic mountains, bustling with life in its myriad forms. Valleys and critters, each a fleeting glimpse of entire ecosystems, raced by, disappearing from view within moments.

The radio murmured softly in the background, the volume dialed down to a whisper. Tighnari, ever sensitive to noise, had insisted upon this, citing the discomfort it caused his ears—a trait as endearing as it was cumbersome. Despite his weariness, his fingers danced contentedly upon the steering wheel, drumming out a tune against the supple leather, with the sun visor pulled low to shield his green eyes.

"Are you ok?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue borne from the countless hours spent traversing the open road. His gaze flickered briefly to you, though his focus remained steadfast on the path ahead.

Your mumbled response elicited a sympathetic sigh from him, prompting him to veer into the service lane of the highway, his exhaustion evident in the way his ears pressed tightly against his head.

"Because I could use a break" he admitted, a lopsided grin tugging at the corners of his fatigued features as he stretched his arms above his head in a display of exaggerated enthusiasm.

Casting a curious glance in your direction, he punched in directions to a nearby motel into the temperamental GPS. The reviews, he noted with a furrowed brow, were less than favorable, with exaggerated claims about the cleanliness of the establishment—a matter of concern for Tighnari.

"I'll leave this one up to you," he conceded, his tone tinged with resignation. The options were stark: spend the night in the confines of the jeep or take a gamble on what could potentially be a less-than-ideal lodging.