Two days in a safe bed sufficed to alleviate their physical weariness. However, their minds, burdened by the arduous journey, struggled with subconscious rest. Sleep evaded them on the first night, their thoughts refusing to quiet.
Having just endured an attack on their base, they fled as if pursued by some clan members.
Even as their journey proceeded without incident, the tension lingered, a constant companion in their new refuge. Such circumstances were unavoidable for a true rebel, a reality they knew they must grow accustomed to.
"Excuse me."
"Yes?"
"Where is the infirmary?"
"It's just in there," showed a place, the man.
"Thank you."
"No problem, take care."
"You, too."
"What's up?"
"I just wanted to take some medicine just in case."
"Hmm... Makes sense, actually."
"Yeah, Leader Viola said it would be a long journey and all."
