Arc 4, Act II, Chapter 119: Brimstone

The hour went into the evening; seventeen hundred hours to be exact. A good eight plus hours of rest since they got back in the morning and nothing was disturbing their slumber.

All except of course, Arabella who had already gotten put together as she surveyed her sleeping- She wanted to think comrades, but at this point, she may as well admit she had friends she held somewhat close.

She took a glance at the sole trash can in the tent and squinted to the ash scattered about… With two fingers she lifted them up to her eyeline; ash from paper no doubt.

"Hello?" a posh voice 'knocked' at the tent. 

She flew the ash into the trash proper. Fluttering her hair back, Arabella went to open it up. She flipped the flap and greeted Feyan.

"Admiral, how was your rest?"

Arabella tilted her head to the side.