Avariel and Ffyr sat down far enough for Nanael not to react to the angel's aura.
"What do we do now?" Ffyr pondered out loud.
"Sorry." Avariel apologised to Matthew and Ffyr. "I was sure she would be ready to go by now."
"Don't worry. We'll find a way." Ffyr consoled the angel.
"We should get some sleep." Matthew said. "We've been awake for days."
As Violentia was perpetually illuminated by several small suns, it was impossible to discern when a day had passed. But their tiredness could still be felt.
Avariel and Ffyr agreed and, using materials they salvaged from the St. Helen's hospital debris that Matthew stored in his Inventory, they made a small tent for the three of them.
Avariel slept first and then Ffyr. Matthew could rely on his Sixth Sense to warn him about danger, therefore, they didn't need a guard.
Even though it was unnecessary, Mathew didn't sleep with the others.
He walked back to Nanael and cleaned her face from the blood with a rag.
