Cielo roused to a cloaked figure crouched over his paltry sleeping bag, flinching and then immediately trying to hide it, sitting up slightly in a bid to make himself look less vulnerable.
"Is something the matter?" He asked with a strong voice, which wavered despite his efforts. He was certain it was a bandit, seeing as they were all he had for company the past three nights.
The stranger lifted a hand to his cloak and pulled it down. The lighting in the tent was dim, but a few lanterns were burning perseveringly in the corners of his tent, so the stranger's features were immediately visible.
Cielo froze, and for a moment, he was certain he was dreaming because why else would Luka be in his tent in the middle of the Black Desert? But even while he contemplated that, the irrational part of him was deeply moved - Luka had come to rescue him.
He sat up fully, his ratty blanket falling off his thin shoulders as he did. "Luka?" He asked tentatively, the rational part of him winning.
