Silver Moraine I took a pill in Ibiza

Her eyes screwed into a squint at his (very windy) rejoinder. What's the point? Wildfire found herself thinking more than once. Eventually, he made himself scarce and she didn't take it upon herself to say anything more. She still felt the warmth of vindication zinging through her bones, though it ebbed away gradually as her attention shifted now to Luke.

"Thanks," she said to him, glad he had helped encourage that weirdo to go away. She shook her head. "Not really, no. I don't really live anywhere right now." She followed Luke's example and sat, her jaw clenching at the fresh wave of pain in her abused ribs. "I didn't even mean to fall asleep out here. I was staring at that," Wildfire explained, gesturing at the moraine, "and trying to build up the nerve to cross. I busted my ribs a few days back and, knowing me, I'll break something else if I try," she finished with a light sigh.