That night.
Just beyond the south gate of Furam Town, two modern portable shelters stood beneath the open sky, one for Javier, the other for the girls.
Javier stood outside, both hands on his hips, staring up at the stars. He exhaled, slow and tired.
Maybe I should just build a bigger shelter… something with enough space for everyone to sleep in the same room.
He sighed again.
They'd already spent half the evening arguing over who could share a bed with him. The current bed, despite its comfort, was never meant for six.
In the end, Liana had declared, with her gentle but absolute authority, "No girl sleeps with Young Master tonight. Girls' night only." Her tone brooked no argument.
Javier could only accept it, half relieved and half disappointed.
Nearby, the Pekko flock settled in a circle by the fire, feathers fluffed and eyes drifting shut. The soft crackle of fire, mingled with contented bird noises, wrapped the camp in a sense of safety.
