[There's a laugh, low and huffy in the back of her throat. Somewhat genuine, grateful again of his attempt to ease some of the tension, but it not doing so much in the end. Perhaps that's her fault for not allowing it to, because her shoulders hunch up and she hugs her knees closer to herself while silence passes over them for what feels like the hundredth time today.
She can feel the cold air wandering in through the entrance of the cave, a blast of wind raising goosebumps all over her skin and blowing on the fire, threatening to put it out. A low rumble comes from overhead, and she looks up to the roof, where the glowing mushrooms hang, ignorant to what's going on. They have it so easy...]
Think there's a storm outside?
[If only they could find a way to block the entrance somehow. If the fire goes out in the middle of the night while they're trying to sleep, then that might pose a problem for them in the morning...]
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She can feel the cold air wandering in through the entrance of the cave, a blast of wind raising goosebumps all over her skin and blowing on the fire, threatening to put it out. A low rumble comes from overhead, and she looks up to the roof, where the glowing mushrooms hang, ignorant to what's going on. They have it so easy...]
Think there's a storm outside?
[If only they could find a way to block the entrance somehow. If the fire goes out in the middle of the night while they're trying to sleep, then that might pose a problem for them in the morning...]