Maggie had silently absorbed the orders, standing straight as a stake, her helmet tucked under her arm.
She had chosen to leave her face bare for this meeting with the count — a habit of hers, almost a small personal challenge.
She glanced at Elisa, right beside her. Her comrade seemed elsewhere, her golden eyes fixed on some invisible point, as if nothing in this room mattered.
"She must be thinking about Dylan," Maggie thought. Dylan had been the first to offer her a hint of affection and sincerity, after what her own tribe had done to her. Naturally, she had to be emotionally attached to him.
"Poor thing."
Her blonde hair had grown a lot since then… Dylan could no longer really use it as an excuse to tease her — not that he was here, of course.
Elisa felt her gaze. She turned her head slightly and raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Don't mind," murmured Maggie.
They left the tent together.
Outside, the camp was in full upheaval.
