Gideon Larkin grinned, simply sitting down beside her.
"Next time we encounter a big bird like that, I'll dig out my heart for you!"
This remark elicited a few light laughs, easing the atmosphere.
Fine rain gradually drifted in from the horizon, transforming into a thin layer of mist that enveloped the surroundings.
At dusk, Wyatt Yardley walked ahead, carrying Seraphina Caldwell.
The person in his arms was very light, but he held her tightly.
The foot of the slope was filled with waist-high shrubs, perfect for blocking the sweeping wind and rain.
The wind was mostly intercepted by the shrubs when it passed through the low-lying area.
The few people standing there already felt much better than outside.
"Let's do it here."
Wyatt Yardley put Seraphina Caldwell down and lightly tapped the earth wall with his fingers.
"The dirt is thick enough to make a hole without leaks; it'll hold up for a night."
