Thorn yawned as he walked out of his tent, stretching as he took in the chilly morning air and the rocky landscape around him.
The sun was just rising over the mountain, casting soft golden lights everywhere.
He walked forward at the fire in the middle of the camp, scratching at his belly. There'd been a stone under his bed that had dug into his stomach throughout the night and had made his sleep less satisfying than it could've been.
"Morning." He yawned, taking a seat before the fire.
"Morning." Ren greeted as he stirred the pot of soup that he was cooking.
Lilith said nothing, already busy with her arms wrapped around Ren's torso and her body stuck to his as if they were both sharing warmth.
Thorn leaned back, placing his hands on the ground beside him and staring up at the morning sky.
Minutes later, they had breakfast, a delicious affair of bread and soup.
