Disquieted Heart

~Chapter 69~

Opening her eyes, Mae saw the familiar red nylon of her tent and felt the comfort of the artic sleeping bag around her, a fluffy pillow cradling her head. The soothing sound of the cicadas, a welcoming background noise, as she rolled onto her side to stare at the shifting mass next to her.

"Nimaro?" she asked half whispering.

"Yes," he replied pulling himself into the conversant shape of a human-sized ji'vie.

"Where's Diastin?" she asked as she reached out and ran her fingers through the darkness of his form.

"Resting at your side."

"Then you should do the same," she remarked, lifting the edge of the sleeping bag.

Nimaro slid in next to her, intertwining his form with hers as she laid the sleeping bag over him. She knew he had pulled her into the nightscape for a reason; his silence becoming concerning.

"Did you reach Jack?"

He hesitated as he reached up and trailed his fingers down her cheek and neck, resting them against the center of her chest.