Angelique watched the two walk away, remaining silent and alone in the cold and empty tent. The multiple candles that were burning gave little to no comfort as Azrael's words echoed in her mind over and over again. Common property. It felt a little more personal than it should have been. A cold shiver ran down her whole body and before she could let it get the best out of her, it settled in the pit of her stomach, making it twist and turn, threatening to spill whatever she had eaten today. If earlier she had been pretty sure she wanted to stay in the tent, now she rushed outside.
There were only a couple of other tents just in front of the one she and Aellioah put up, and everyone seemed to be busy gathering wood, feeding the beasts, keeping the fire alive or burning some freshly hunted
