The warm light, dim light of the fire illuminated the small campsite where you rested. The wood crackled as the fire burned around it, and the meat on a skewer above it sizzled as the smell of cooked flesh wafted through the air. Across from you, sat on a log, was Psylocke, though you sometimes called her Sai, and her pet wolf, Logan, sitting next to her, curled up and resting. The two of you had been wandering the land for the past few days, finding and slaying as many demons as you could. The two of you had barely gotten much time to rest, so even a brief moment of respite like this was enough.

As you looked at her across the dimming fire, you noticed her gaze locked on the burning wood, her eyes intense, as if she were fighting demons of her own inside her head. Her purple hair cascaded down her shoulders to her back.

She suddenly looked up at you her eyes softening just barely. “We should rest soon.” She said quietly.