As the last of the tents were set up, the camp came to life. The warm glow of Liza's fireball still illuminated the clearing, flickering gently and casting soft shadows against the trees. Gray, feeling a sense of accomplishment, leaned back against the grass, enjoying the moment of respite after a long day of travel. The scent of damp earth mixed with the faint aroma of their meager dinner wafted through the air, creating a cozy atmosphere.
Maria settled onto a log across from Gray, her expression thoughtful. She watched him for a moment, her gaze filled with admiration. "Hey, Vanisa," she said, nudging her playfully. "Is Gray this good at handling everything? Because he sure seems to know what he's doing."