Su Qinglan was already tired before they even started moving, but all her beastmen decided they would travel through the night.
Hu Yan said it was safer that way...they could reach the tribe by morning without running into danger.
So she didn't argue.
She just ended up lying on Rong Ye's back, clutching his soft fur as he carried her through the dark forest. His body was warm and steady, and the gentle rhythm of his steps made her eyes grow heavier and heavier.
She tried to stay awake at first, but before she knew it, her head dropped against his shoulder, and she was already asleep.
She didn't even realize when they reached the tribe.
When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the forest. She was lying on her familiar stone bed, a thin hide covering her, the faint scent of morning dew and something delicious drifting in the air.
Her mind was still hazy. "Huh…?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.
Then she smelled it again...warm, fragrant, and rich food.
