Marc found them a place to hold.
It was nestled against a broken rise of stone with half-standing remnants of some past construction offering a degree of cover and height to take in the approaches. Some of the terrain held residual traces of power from previous use, but it was old work, not theirs, and Lucian gave it a single glance before nodding in approval.
"This will do."
They fell into place without a word, packs discarded and bodies settling in against the rock. It was the first true pause since the camp had fallen to them in scattered pieces.
