#Chapter 213: Get the Team Together

Almara’s Pov Early the next morning, before the sunrise I sense Arthur stirring next to me. Leave rustle beneath is lethargic movements, his breath gets caght in his chest as he attempts to move. I imagine his body still wishes he was at rest, as does mine. “What are you doing?” I ask groggily through bleary eyes. The sky still has a twilight blue to it, the moon a faint silver in the sky. “Trying to get a head start on the day,” Arthur says through stifled breaths as he lifts his arms over his head to throw on a plain fresh t-shirt that we packed. I sadly know what he means by this. If we can get done the majority of what we need to before too much time passes, just maybe we can handle the inevitable bad that surely is to come with more preparedness. I let out a big yawn and pull myself up. My body aches, more from the weight of the stress than anything else. My bones crack and my joints are stiff. At least the temperature is mild. “How are you feeling?” I ask referring mostly