Lydalia had been keyed up from the battle. Even as exhausting as the two battles had been, she knew sleep would not come easily to her. But after a few hours of quiet, with only the chirps of crickets to keep her company, her eyelids felt heavy and her breathing even. She found herself quiet grateful when Piero awoke, stretching and yawning.<br/><br/>“Just in time,” she replied with a smile. He sat beside her and read the position of the stars, making his appraisal of their meaning.<br/><br/>“A good sign, perhaps, but for whom? Remember, the Ordallians look up at the same stars as us,” she remarked, cringing a bit as she considered how it made her sound like a sympathizer, a position she needed to heartily avoid while possessing her grandmother’s hair color. But he didn’t seem to think that, or at least gave no sign he did, remarking on Mercury instead.<br/><br/>“I doubt I’ll sleep very deeply in any case,” She murmured, as she slipped her boots off. It didn’t take much more for her to fall asleep in her bedroll.