The cave had gone quiet again, save for the slow, even breathing of its many occupants.
Selena was half-curled against the wall, cloak pulled over her like a blanket. Clara lay on her back near the fire, one arm draped over her eyes.
Lia had dozed off with Planty in her lap, its leaves twitching faintly whenever she exhaled.
Siris was lying on a hammock made of her ice threads. She had wanted to feel the cold tonight.
Rufus and Alex had both claimed spots on opposite sides of Nibbles, as though the squirrel were some peace treaty.
Even Graye had settled with the giant panther beside her, whose tail occasionally thumped the stone in a lazy dream.
Jessy was leaning against a rock, punching it with her eyes closed. She was probably dreaming about beating someone up.
Then there was Cluckles, and the poor chicken was waiting for a mini heart attack when it woke up, because the way it was sleeping, its head was right between the canines of the panther.
