Chapter 21: By the Firelight
Since our last conversation, a heavy silence had settled between us.
I could tell Cassandre wanted to say something, that she was looking for a way to lighten the mood... but I didn't help her.
I was too lost in my thoughts, diving back into everything that had happened—and especially into what awaited me now.
As we walked, I experimented with my blood manipulation ability. I tested it cautiously, using small amounts to avoid exhaustion. I had to stay clear-headed, ready to react to the slightest danger.
The sky was tinged with orange and purple, announcing the imminent arrival of night. We decided then to set up a makeshift camp.
Cassandre took care of the fire. I watched her in silence, realizing I had never taken the time to learn how to light one.
The past year, I had lived like a beast—tracking, hunting, surviving without the slightest comfort. A fire? That was a luxury I'd never even considered.
I remained still, listening to the crackling of the first flames as the scent of burning wood mixed with the cool evening air. A moment of calm before what was to come...
Cassandre pulled a bag from her pack and took out some dried meat and a couple of makeshift water flasks.
Each group had received a basic kit: rations of dried meat and fish, water, minor health potions, and a few remedies and disinfectants.
I realized then how essential trades were here. Me? I hadn't learned any yet. Should I be looking into that?