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Synder spared the headstone a last lookover, a small smile touched her lips in that moment, though it had little place here.

She brought herself back to the makeshift shelter, slipping through the entrance and turning herself around to face the outside again; his sentinel figure propped on the other side of the rocks. She wouldn't argue with it, to him it was what men do, they protect. This didn't stop her from leaving space anyways.

You should get some sleep, too. She murmured, not intending to convince him, but just allowing her words to settle in the air.

Before long, she let the weightlessness of sleep lull her to a deep silence.