The nap was brief but enough to smooth the edges of exhaustion from the climb.
When Noel's quiet voice roused him-"Time"-Luca blinked awake to find the light in the room already shifting toward late afternoon.
He groaned, rolling onto his side. "That was not thirty minutes."
"It was thirty-five," Noel corrected, already tugging his clean shirt into place. "Get up."
Luca dragged himself upright, ruffling his hair into some semblance of order. "Slave driver," he muttered, though the corners of his mouth gave him away.
By the time they were changed, the room looked bare again, their things tucked back into bags.
Luca lingered by the door, fingers brushing the frame as if reluctant to leave, before finally following Noel into the hall.
Downstairs, the guesthouse owner greeted them with the same easy warmth as that morning.
Noel slid the key across the counter with his usual composure. "Thank you."
"Heading out already?" she asked, her smile soft.
