Ramy laid Lucia on her bed and watched her for a few minutes after Arad left. To her eyes, she seemed a bit paler, but that might've been just due to the moonlight drizzling through the tent's thin walls.
The night had become suddenly quitter, and not even bugs could be heard. The vicious mosquitos of this warm jungle have all but ceased to exist. A dreadful silence filled the air, and Ramy could hear water droplets falling outside.
Ramy could feel a strange dryness in her throat, like a stone stuck in her neck. She massaged her neck and looked at Lucia's ripped clothes, getting a shiver down her spine upon thinking how gruesome the injury was. Her lips shook in awe and fear, thinking how Arad had witnessed that and still acted calmly.
