Maggie opened her eyes. The fog of her nap still clung to her, blurring the world around her. But it would clear up after a few blinks. She was leaning against a tree. Next to her, Dylan was sitting with his head covered in dead leaves, probably carried there by the wind.
He looked peaceful, eyes closed. His brown skin was bathed in the shadow cast by the branches above. He looked like he was sleeping.
It must have been noon. And Dylan, that bastard... was still meditating, more focused than ever.
Maggie turned her gaze away. Her eyes met Élisa's, who was happily devouring the last rations she had taken from their suitcase. When Élisa realized she was caught, she froze for a second... then calmly resumed chewing, as if nothing had happened.
Maggie sighed, then let herself slump against the trunk.
"I heard your conversation earlier. Well… bits of it, right before I completely passed out," she said, lifting her eyes toward the sky hidden behind the foliage.
