36 Paulo
Paulo wakes up to the glare of the midday sun high above him. A cool wind blows through the long grass, comforting his red cheeks. He rolls over to face Lyra. “Hey, we’ve gotta get up.” He shakes Lyra’s shoulder.
She groans and rolls over. “Nah, few more minutes.”
Paulo gets up and starts packing up their supplies. She deserves a few extra minutes of sleep, he thinks as he rolls up his bedroll. She looks a lot better now than she had when they had gone to sleep. Her skin looks more luminous. Her long hair is still a tangled mess behind her, and it probably would stay that way until whenever they got to Hollens and she was able to wash it. Paulo reaches into his pack and pulls out the small sketch of a map. He scans the mountains and peaks, forests and rivers, but still feels
