Over an hour later, the deep silence in the camp was broken only by the spitting sounds of the fireplace as I carefully added more wood to keep the flames alive.
When the fire was steady, I sat back on the grass, watching the orange light dance for a quiet moment before turning my attention to Yami.
He was lying on his back with one leg crossed lazily over the other, his eyes wide open and staring at the night sky.
In that brief moment, he sighed and abruptly sat upright, running a hand through his hair as he muttered, "This is pointless."
He chuckled once and pushed himself off the floor, then drew in a deep breath as he tilted his head back, fixing his gaze on the sky once more.
