To his great surprise, Griffin did sleep that night. When he opened his eyes the following morning, however, he felt like he'd been hit by an especially vindictive bus. His legs ached, his head hurt - hell, even his eyeballs hurt. For someone who was used to daily exercise, the hike from the day before had just about killed him.
Groaning, he fought his way to his feet, feeling extremely jealous at the ease with which his travelling companions were packing up their meagre belongings. They hadn't brought much with them - just a little food, shields, and a whole lot of weaponry. Not that said weaponry would have any use in his own hands.
"Sleep okay?" Reyna asked, settling her backpack onto her shoulders and rearranging the shield strapped to its outside.
He nodded. "As well as can be
