The next morning, the group slowly stirred awake, rubbing sleep from their eyes as the golden light of dawn poured into the valley. One by one, they gathered around their small campfire to begin breakfast, hot rations, dried fruits, and instant coffee.
Julian stretched and yawned. "I'll be heading to bed now," he said, already walking toward his tent.
"If anything urgent happens, just wake me up," Julian added with a sleepy wave before disappearing into his tent.
Fey turned to Sebastian. "Aren't you going to sleep too?"
Sebastian gave a small, proud nod. "No need, Miss Fey. Mr. Julian graciously allowed me to rest yesterday. I slept quite soundly."
"Good," Rogan said, spoon in hand. "We'll need your analysis skills at full capacity."
Beatrix, who had been quietly poking her food with a stick, finally spoke with her usual bored tone, but a curious glint in her eye. "I've been meaning to ask since yesterday… Are you guys seriously planning to fight that Sky Whale?"
