After a few minutes, she scooted over and settled on the ground, leaving the bedroll untouched. Her back was to him, and he would see that line of freckles on her back, tracing under the collar of her dress.
“You’re not going to sleep next to me,” she replied sharply, “so I’m not going to sleep on the bedroll. Just... just go to bed, Zerras.”
She was silent for a long time until she felt like he was asleep. She stood up slowly and walked away from him and the fire and sat a good distance away, looking up at the moon uncertainly. She frowned before setting her hand on the ground and closing her eyes, trying to use earth magic.
She exhaled sharply, trying again. When she failed a second time, her shoulders slumped and she pulled her knees to her chest, burying her face in her arms.
A few hours passed. She sat there under the moon for a long time before stretching out, hugging herself gently as she fitfully drifted off to sleep.
Zerras woke blearily in the early morning. It still wasn't light out. His gaze drifted to June's spot. He sat up quickly when he didn't see her, his shoulders slumping. "June?"
Her stuff was all still there, including her cloaks which were folded neatly, but she wasn’t in her spot. She didn’t wake, her head buried in the curve of her arm.
He stood up with a panic. "June?" Eventually he saw her and relaxed, but shuddered slightly as he sat back down.
She woke when he called her name a second time, looking over at him blearily. “What is it?” she asked, standing up with a small yawn.
She tilted her head as she approached him, sitting next to him. “Did you have a nightmare? I get those sometimes.”
