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Jill was annoyed. She’d been waiting for ten minutes to get started on the hunt for the beast they’d tracked to the area. The two had gone upstairs after lunch with the agreement they would all meet later in the afternoon. Sighing, she trekked upstairs to the room they’d rented. Annoyed as she was, she didn’t think about knocking, simply opening the door to go inside. She opened her mouth to chastise the two of them, and to ask what was taking so long, but the words died on her lips at what she found.
The two of them were crammed onto one bed, all tangled together and fast asleep. Their swords and Clive’s armor were still scattered over the covers on the other bed. Her heart squeezed tightly when she saw the dry tear tracks on Clive’s cheeks, and the way his hand was curled tightly in Cid’s jacket on the right side, the side she knew was badly scarred underneath. Cid held Clive just as tightly. She imagined why; Drake’s Head still haunted them.
Quiet as she could, Jill backed out of the room and left them to their nap. The hunt could wait just a while longer.