That night, neither of them slept well.
By the next evening, they had returned to sleeping in the cave.
After all... they were accustomed to it.
The outside was too noisy; from time to time, the ghastly howling of beasts affected their sleep.
Though the cave was a bit damp, a bit stuffy, a bit dark, had a strong earthy smell, and the air was a bit murky...
But it was quiet. As long as one could sleep soundly, what did it matter where they slept?
...
Early morning
"Zzzt~"
"Crack!"
In the courtyard, a small mouse was struck by a Palm Thunder, pulverized into bits.
