Rosewater Oasis Insomniac

good, she said simply, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. her tone was lighter than usual, carrying the barest hint of playfulness. you can be my tour guide.

she stretched out her legs, shaking the stiffness from them before rising to her own feet with a quiet huff. her muscles still ached, her body still felt the weight of her recent ordeal, but there was strength returning—a flicker of something that might grow into stability, given time.

lead the way, then, kid.