After several hours, Soltair awoke. He quietly rose, passing by the other two, who continued to sleep peacefully. I followed him with my gaze as he stepped up onto the rock and sat beside me. His muscles were relaxed and his face loose, but he sighed tiredly as he eased onto the rock.
"Xiviyah," he began, voice lacking wavering slightly, "I think we should talk."
My heart accelerated, and I looked at him wide-eyed. He kept his eyes on the ground below, but I felt his attention boring through me. I clasped my arms around my knees, pulling them tight against my chest, to keep my hands from shaking. Surely, he had realized the truth of Adaptive Resistance and was now going to confirm.
He glanced at me, blinking in confusion, before shaking his head. "I'm not trying to accuse you of anything, so there's no need to be nervous. It's just… I had a dream."
"A dream?" I asked warily.
