The Sentinels If I never get to see the Northern lights

It wasn't long before Dante woke as well, surprisingly clear-headed and relaxed after such a light doze. Nothing had come along to wake him. He lay there a moment, reveling in that wonderful just-woke-up feeling that can only accompany a good night, before lifting his head and blinking in the light.

"Good morning," he said quietly when he noticed Osprey was up as well, loud voices never seeming quite right first thing in the morning. He wondered how long she'd been awake. For at least the time being, any worries from the previous night were forgotten with the new day. Not that he'd have brought them up if he had remembered them. Straightforward wasn't one of his strong suits.