Things seemed to have calmed down.
I wasn't sure how that was even possible after everything that had just happened—but the camp had settled into a low, uneasy hum. Not quiet. Just… restrained. Like everyone was holding their breath, waiting for the next wrong move.
I sat outside Hailey's tent, my back stiff, elbows resting on my knees. The dirt beneath me was packed hard and cold. Hailey sat directly across from me on a crate, her injured hand wrapped thick in fresh bandages. She watched me with an expression I couldn't quite place.
Not hostile.
Not friendly either.
Calculating.
A few meters away, Lila lingered near the edge of the firelight.
I glanced at her before I could stop myself.
She stood with both hands cupping her own face, fingers pressed into her cheeks like she was trying to hold herself together. A faint blush had spread across her skin. Her lips moved silently, whispering something only she could hear.
Incoherent. Rapid.
Almost… giddy.
She looked happy.
