Overgrown and lush, foliage swallowed up the slab, creating an isolated pocket.
Perfect.
Wyn stripped out of the armor and changed back into Lorran’s oversized shirt and her own leggings. He did the same, and they set about cleaning out the room.
Lorran took the mattress outside to beat the worst of the dust out. That done, she made the bed while the cleaning bot tackled the floor. Considering how many years the place sat empty, the bots did a decent job keeping the worst of the dust and grime under control.
They worked together well, taking cues from each other like they had tackled housework in tandem for years. In short order, because the room was not in shambles, the air felt clean.
“How long are we staying?” Wyn washed up at the cleansing room sink.
The water ran a rusty red for
