While all that was happening, I sneaked toward the edge of the camp.
There, I found our short, blind, ginger savior.
She was sitting cross-legged on a flat boulder, hands joined in her lap. Her eyes were closed, and her posture upright yet relaxed.
She was meditating.
I'd noticed she did that a lot.
Whenever she had a moment to spare, she would start meditating.
Personally, I couldn't do it. Sitting still and doing nothing indefinitely was not my thing.
Blame my short attention span — five minutes of total silence and I'd start mentally arguing with myself about whether that random girl three years ago was flirting with me or just secretly hated my guts.
Still, watching Alexia now, I couldn't help but feel… curious.
She was always so calm and composed, probably the wisest one among us all — at least when she wasn't acting her age.
