Saint woke up to the sun streaming down through the top of the tent and the heat baking him like a burrito.
Saint sighed and stood up reluctantly. He walked into the room his body aching a bit from the stress and lack of taking care of himself he had been doing.
He smirked when he saw what he had expected. One empty side of the bed.
Kit was downstairs, just as he assumed he would be. Probably getting things ready.
Heart lay there sleeping like a baby cuddling tightly to the blanket which he had now wrapped his legs around as if it were a body pillow.
'Great, what is this world coming too. Now I am jealous of that blanket.'
Saint smirked, then very quietly walked away, he went to the door and left.
Twenty minutes later he walked back into the room dripping wet and feeling much better, more awake, alive. And ready to face the enemies of today.
He looked over and shook his head, smiling and chuckling gently.
