Nobody slept well.
Dante woke before dawn to find half the team already up, scattered around the campfire in various states of exhaustion that had nothing to do with physical exertion. The gravity island hung steady beneath them, one of the stable formations Adrian's maps marked as safe for extended rest, but the tension in the air made the stone feel like it might crumble at any moment.
Astrid was the first to speak, her voice carrying the rough edge of someone who spent the night rehearsing what she wanted to say. "We need to talk about what happened."
"We survived." Dante settled onto a flat rock near the fire, accepting the ration bar Ravenna passed him without comment. "That's what happened."
