The patches of holes glittering like stars overhead them which tells Ned that it was early in the morning on his third day inside the hollow of a tree.
I slept for three days, Ned thought. The longest sleep I had so far.
Ned sat on a cool and dry ground with the Silk Road just finished transforming in a black jacket and black pants while Tiathe retracted her hand off midair after conjuring her clothes made of leaves and some vines. She then sat across Ned.
They started to regain their strength along with silence lingering in the air for a full minute. Ned grabbed the black boots Tiathe recently finished cleaning of mud. It may not look as what Ned expected to be so clean, but at least his boots were still intact with all the fighting.
