Lavayla had already started tugging at her sleeves when she stopped and glanced back.
Mirek was still there.
He stood near the fire pit, broad back turned to her as he finished packing the leaf-wrapped roasted meat. Each bundle was adjusted and stacked. When he finally straightened, he didn't look her way—just turned and headed deeper into the cave.
Lavayla waited.
One second. Two.
Only when the sounds of his movement fully faded did she step out into the open.
Cool air and mist hit her skin immediately, a sharp contrast to the heat and smoke she'd been steeped in for the past hour. She exhaled, shoulders loosening, and headed straight for the spot where she'd spread the baby diapers earlier.
They were already dry.
Completely.
Lavayla crouched, running her fingers over the surface to check—no dampness, no lingering chill. Satisfied, she nodded to herself and slipped them back into her space vault.
She straightened and looked around once more, making sure the area was clear.
