All told, it took a full ten days for Violet and Leontios to recover from their ordeal enough to risk the walk across the desert to Cairo. Though the heat had broken while they recuperated, with highs only in the seventies during the day, they still opted to travel at night, and though the moon had waned considerably, Violet was now able to channel its light, and she glowed like a lantern.
Periodically, Leontios would pause in their walking to point out a new landmark. She could practically see his tattoos changing to accommodate his new information.
“Good thing you have an excellent sense of direction,” she commented. “I don’t think we’ll get that lost again.”
“We were never lost, Violet,” he asked. “I always knew where we were. I only was not sure about the gate.”
Violet sighed.
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