Firestone Hot Springs closer to nowhere

Something changed, and the air was suddenly charged and tense. The male stood, glancing around for signs of danger, only to realize that Miyako herself was the source of the change. There was a faraway look in her eyes that Grayday had never really seen before, but understood on an instinctive level. Tense and wary, he stood guard beside her, waiting for her to come out of the strange trance. And, when she did, she came out seemingly no worse for wear, though the shake in her words made the man's heart harden toward whatever had hurt the stranger.

"Yeah," the male agreed, wishing he had something more helpful to say. He didn't know the situation, and he didn't want to pry - but it was difficult to sit there and not offer something to ease her pain. (He'd invited perfect strangers to meet the kids before, of course, but Miyako seemed a little too unhinged to trust like that right off the bat.)

The cold air was hitting his leg, now, but the pain wasn't as bad as before. After an experimental stretch of the limb, he decided that he'd gained enough relief. The kids were waiting for him back at home, and he figured he'd be able to sleep no matter what kind of pain he was in, considering how tired he felt. With an air of finality, the male shook off his pelt. "I have to get home," he said to Miyako, his tone a bit regretful. "If you see Sunny again, will you pass my love along?"