We made camp inside the building that night, the lab. The place where a man watched his wife turn into a monster and then sat next to her until he couldn't anymore… usual cozy stuff.
It felt strange. Every outpost before this had felt functional but temporary. The open sky above always reminded you that the wasteland was right there waiting. This place had corridors, rooms, and white stone lamps that still glowed. It felt almost as good as my room in the spire.
Kira grew vine beds in the lab. She'd gotten so good at it that she could probably grow a bed in her sleep.
Phinyx was meditating in the corner. Coco found a flat surface and lay down on it immediately.
I lay on my back and looked at the ceiling, but I did not sleep for a while.
The walls here were solid and the lamps were steady, nothing was going to crawl up through the floor tonight… probably, the floor seemed trustworthy.
