Silence befell them as the gentle waves crashed upon the fields of sand, glistening over the sediment. The scent of salt was strong in the air, carried by the brisk winds.
Bastian sat down beside the groggy bodyguard, looking down at him without any fear of resistance as he spoke to him calmly, "Hey, it's been on my mind…why're you looking out for us? I mean, you didn't need to tell us any of this."
For a moment, the man sat there silently with his back to the sand as his argent eyes watched the evening horizon. Before uttering another word, the curly-haired man picked himself up to his feet.
Gaston readied his fist, ready to go another round, though Bastian held his arm up, stopping any confrontation. It was clear that there was no animosity from Altair, who rose to his feet and cracked his own neck with a quiet sigh.
