They then cleaned their weapons and rested for thirteen minutes.
Zaefal sat by the riverbank. He wiped the blade of his sword with a piece of wet cloth. He rubbed it slowly until the dried blood was gone and the metal gleamed again under the mushroom light.
Beside him, Rasie cupped cold water to her face. She rubbed her eyes, letting the freshness of the water rinse away the remaining drowsiness.
"I can... come on, I can!" Rasie patted her own cheeks, encouraging herself.
She rolled her shoulders, bounced lightly on her feet, letting the tension drain from her arms as she steadied her breath
"Are you feeling better, Cyhas?" Illya asked Cyhas. The girl's face was no longer as pale as when they first arrived at this place.
Cyhas nodded. "Yes."
Fyar cleaned his katana in the river and loaded bullets into his pistol.
Zaefal stood up. He sheathed his sword with a soft click.
