They built a small bit of shade with rope and a tarp, not willing to step foot inside of another farmhouse.
Just in case this one had people from the Fold, or frogs, or spiders. At this point in time, they weren't chancing anything.
Lachlan fussed at the knots like he'd been a sailor in in a past life while Alexei flicked a corner and the whole thing found perfect tension with a single irritated tug.
Sera stood in the half-shadow with the sun shining off the brass buttons down her ribs and watched the fabric around her swaying gently in the wind.
"How are you feeling? Do you want to get some sleep?" Elias offered, his head cocked to the side, studying her.
"Even if we don't need it right at this moment, we still should," Alexei replied, his voice flat. "We don't know when we can get a chance to sleep again."
Lachlan snorted. "Speak for yourself, comrade. My eyes are planning a mutiny, and nothing is keeping them from closing."
