The stars were cold that night, scattered like distant jewels across the velvet sky.
The quiet wind whispered down from the Arondale peaks, brushing across the canvas of the tent where Ren and Lilith lay curled together.
They were just at the mountain standing at the edge of the range and could already feel the cold. But that didn't mean anything.
The mountain range was definitely not normal. Ren even knew of a garden at one of the peaks that was always perpetually warm, as if it was the middle of summer.
The fire outside their tent had long since faded to embers, and Thorn's soft snores were the only sound in the darkness around them.
Inside the tent, Ren lay on his back, Lilith curled into his side, her fingers idly stroking through his hair.
They were both awake, staring into the shadows above them, speaking in hushed voices for the only reason that it was night.
"How are you feeling?" Ren asked, his voice a gentle murmur.
