121 No More Solitude

ETAN

Ayleth squeaked and, instinctively, Etan pushed himself up to hide her, and swung the quilt over her, hiding her from the morning light, though his eyes grieved the loss. The door cracked, but did not open. "Are you awake?" It was Falek, his voice tense.

"Yes, but do not enter," Etan snapped.

"We have made some breakfast. We will need to be moving within an hour. Dress and come outside when you can."

"Thank you," he said as Ayleth sighed. "We'll be out soon."

Falek hesitated, then. "Ayleth, are you well?"

"Yes!" she said into her hands, her voice too high. "Very well!" 

"That's… good to hear. We'll be out here when you're both ready." Then the door closed and Etan shook his head.

Ayleth, however, still had her face buried in her hands.