|Theodore|
When I checked the time, morning came slowly. The smell of something cooking eventually roused the rest of the camp, and a sluggish sort of energy spread among our group as we prepared for the day ahead.
I forced myself to stand, my body stiff but functional. As I joined the others for breakfast, I caught Camilla’s sharp gaze zoning in on me immediately.
She didn't even bother with pleasantries.
“I heard you didn’t sleep a wink last night,” she said, a sternness threading through her voice. Her spoon clinked against her bowl a little harder than necessary. "Are you trying to kill yourself on this journey, Theodore?"
I gave her a tired glance, unbothered by her scolding. Camilla’s reprimands were always rooted in genuine concern, though she disguised it under a tone sharper
