You’re used to it now.

Aloy comes and goes as she pleases—and you expect nothing less of her.

Part of you wonders if, if she knew how you truly felt, she would stay a little longer.

Staying in her room helps. Since you joined her little group of heroes later than the others, no spare room was available. So Aloy offered hers to you—there’s an extra mattress she’d dragged into the room for you to sleep on.

A knock on the door startles you from your thoughts. It’s Aloy.

“Hey, I’m coming in.”