"All right, that sounds like a good idea."

Lysandra stood up with Oak's aid, being careful not to scratch the older man's hand in the process. She was exhausted and wore the fatigue on her face with a sigh on her lips and eyes that looked at if they may shut for a goodnight's sleep at any moment.

"I really hope that the wind doesn't return anytime soon. I barely survived my last run-in with it.