บท 321: Pre-emptive Strike

Inside of a large, two-person tent, Snow watched as a human man slept near her feet. She had woken up a few hours ago to trade shifts with him for their pre-arranged sleeping schedule. His purple hair fluttered slightly with each of his sleeper breaths, and she felt a strange urge to brush it out of his face.

It was unexpected when he approached her in the evening to ask what was on her mind. Other than Yue, no one else ever really seemed to care about her state of mind. Corva would notice occasionally, but usually her mind was distracted by her next extensive set of plans.