She stirs when he wraps his arm around her, but she adjusts without waking, curling up against him comfortably.

She wakes hours later as her stomach aches with hunger. She's comfortable enough that she doesn't rush to lift her head, but he has to be hungry, too, and they still have to get out of here.

False dawn has filled the undergrowth with faint gray light, and she gently moves his arm so she can root through the duffel. She hands him another water bottle and opens another fruit cup, eating half the fruit and sipping some of the juice before handing it over to him.

"Did I miss anything last night?"