[Reiju is keeping watch, as she often does once they settle down for the night due in part to her robust body and stamina. Although she requires rest like anyone else, she reasons that she can take hers a little later. Her genetics come in handy at times like these.
Keeping watch is the first excuse. If she's honest with herself, she likes to keep a lingering eye on Ninety-Nine—not because of a lack of trust, but the small presence of it. Naturally, her gaze lands on Ninety-Nine's retreating form in the darkness, and soon her feet follow.
The waves are a comforting familiarity and strangeness at once. Once she's called out, Reiju dares a step in Ninety-Nine's direction with a habitual smile.]
It's me. [She stops a few yards away. For Ninety-Nine to come this far, getting too close might be counterproductive.] You're rather far out from camp.
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Keeping watch is the first excuse. If she's honest with herself, she likes to keep a lingering eye on Ninety-Nine—not because of a lack of trust, but the small presence of it. Naturally, her gaze lands on Ninety-Nine's retreating form in the darkness, and soon her feet follow.
The waves are a comforting familiarity and strangeness at once. Once she's called out, Reiju dares a step in Ninety-Nine's direction with a habitual smile.]
It's me. [She stops a few yards away. For Ninety-Nine to come this far, getting too close might be counterproductive.] You're rather far out from camp.