Watch the flames burn on and on the mountain side,

The sudden greeting made her choke on her final sip and she coughed up the water that had gotten into her windpipe. Coughing hurt - moving hurt. She could only pray that Dante and Eleuthera weren't rushing as much as she was. She turned to look at Orla, a weak smile on her muzzle despite everything. She was so sleepy, she didn't think it was possible to be this sleepy. "Lover boy" left, yes. She chuckled at the word. No, Dante was too awkward to be a real lover boy, but she did love that boy. Do share, though I can't promise I won't fall asleep. I haven't slept for two nights.