Mandy woke up early to find a small fire under a tree, with the aroma of roasting bird meat wafting through the air. Beside it, fresh fruits were laid out on big leaves on the ground.
"Come on, grab a bite now that you're up," Lyra said, tearing off a piece of the bird and handing it to her on a clean leaf. "It might be a bit greasy for breakfast, but we need the energy."
Mandy ran her fingers through her messy hair, her freckled face flushing even redder. "I'm sorry for making you handle all this alone. Did you get enough rest?"
Lyra, sensing Mandy's unease, looked away. "I'm fine. We're a team; no need to feel bad."
Mandy, who had a knack for reading expressions, noticed that Lyra seemed genuinely fine, which eased her worries about being a burden.
The roasted meat, though not the most flavorful, did wonders for their weary bodies.
