The two days moved fast.
I barely had time to pull everyone aside and explain the mission, eat a decent amount of meat, sleep more than four hours, and spend one afternoon watching birds with Kira while she pointed out which ones she had named and which ones she hated.
She seemed in a much better mood than she had been during the outpost runs. Probably because here she could take regular baths.
The second day arrived and none of us were late, which I took as a sign that Damian's morning alarm had successfully traumatized everyone equally.
The beeping tore through the room at the usual hour, loud enough to wake something dead. I sat up before my eyes were fully open, pulled on my clothes, gave Wip a strip of dried meat and kept one for myself. She took hers and immediately climbed onto my head to eat it, which was something I had decided to stop fighting.
I met Kira in the hallway on the way down.
