He peered across the rippling lake, feeling a sense of fragile peace. It won't always stay calm, he reminded himself.
New threats will arise. But for now, at least, we've survived.
A warm breeze swept over the camp, causing battered leaves to rustle in a comforting lullaby.
Unbidden, Luke remembered that brief, traitorous notion about possibly "doing something" while Hazel and Elias slept. He let out an awkward laugh at himself.
"Maybe I'm more tired than I realized," he murmured. He was no saint, but he had his morals—he wouldn't stoop to that, especially after they'd fought so bravely by his side.
Some distance behind him, Perola and Laura Adams spoke in low voices about "pajamas," as if referencing a private joke or perhaps an obscure method for influencing memories—Luke couldn't tell.
He decided he'd glean the details later.