The activity tugged him out of sleep just enough for him to kindasorta note it, but then he drifted off again. What woke him a few hours later, it was hard to say; it could've just been that the stone and sand had grown uncomfortable enough. (Given how much had gotten into his clothes, not such a surprise, really.)
Either way, he woke up, blinking in the darkness and automatically glancing around. It took a moment to register that Re-l was gone.
"Oh, she didn't," he grumbled. Sure, it wasn't like they didn't sometimes move at night, to make up for the heat of the day, but at night alone after a sandstorm? Had she even slept?
He was warm and comfortable, and for a moment debated just not bothering to go after her. She was a competent woman. And this was a very dangerous landscape, where people shouldn't go off alone.
"Dad damn it," he growled, forcing himself up, wincing a little at his arm, and packing up what little he'd pulled out. Hauling that bag onto his pack again was surely cruel and unusual punishment. There wasn't room for his blanket; after a moment he shrugged and wrapped it around his shoulders. Wasn't like he couldn't make another if he lost it, and it got cold at night. It took another little while to scramble up out of the crags, and he shivered as the air hit him.
The landscape had changed, which wasn't unexpected. He checked his compass, glancing around, and then spotted the scuff of foot-divots in the sand. With a sigh and shake of his head he followed the trail.
sure thing!
Either way, he woke up, blinking in the darkness and automatically glancing around. It took a moment to register that Re-l was gone.
"Oh, she didn't," he grumbled. Sure, it wasn't like they didn't sometimes move at night, to make up for the heat of the day, but at night alone after a sandstorm? Had she even slept?
He was warm and comfortable, and for a moment debated just not bothering to go after her. She was a competent woman. And this was a very dangerous landscape, where people shouldn't go off alone.
"Dad damn it," he growled, forcing himself up, wincing a little at his arm, and packing up what little he'd pulled out. Hauling that bag onto his pack again was surely cruel and unusual punishment. There wasn't room for his blanket; after a moment he shrugged and wrapped it around his shoulders. Wasn't like he couldn't make another if he lost it, and it got cold at night. It took another little while to scramble up out of the crags, and he shivered as the air hit him.
The landscape had changed, which wasn't unexpected. He checked his compass, glancing around, and then spotted the scuff of foot-divots in the sand. With a sigh and shake of his head he followed the trail.