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Esme was exhausted.
By the time she stumbled back into her cabin, she didn't bother with the lantern or even removing her shoes. She collapsed straight onto the bed. Her body yielded to the weight of exhaustion, though she could not grasp the reason why today, of all days, the fatigue clung to her bones like lead.
Not to mention but it was strange how quickly everyone had moved on from the siren incident last night. Their reactions were unnervingly detached, as though the tragedy had been nothing more than a lucid dream. No one really had the time anymore to grieve anyone.
She shifted restlessly beneath the thin sheets, rolling from one side to the other in search of comfort, until at last she pushed herself upright with a frustrated sigh.
