Ford's eyes narrowed.
"More serious in what way?"
He'd been understatedly amazed at her competence in setting up a camp. Her priorities in which items to dry first, her calm and methodical care for the horses. She seemed mildly unsettled when she realized he was watching her, and he knew it probably seemed quite rude.
He wouldn't be much help anyway. More of a hindrance, the way she moved from task to task easily and quickly in the relatively small space.
But when she returned from filling the canteens, her face was different. Concerned, and… apologetic?
Mia looked up, and Ford followed her gaze. Directly above, an outcropping of rock hid the sky from them.
"I'm afraid there's a storm coming," She told him with a frown.
"Well, then it's good we have this shelter," He tilted his head. It would be better to weather a storm here out of the rain than on the surface, directly in reach of the elements.
