No one really knows what Zeke's thinking.
The group doesn't mind it, in fact, they've been looking forward to it for ages.
Just thinking that tonight isn't their turn is a bit disappointing.
Luna Sutton calmly takes a bite of grilled fish, paying no attention to the few men glancing at her, intentionally or not.
Zeke tosses a handful of wild scallions into the stone pot, extinguishes the fire underneath, then turns to leave the cave, his footsteps so quick it looks like he's running away.
"Where are you going?"
Luna calls after him.
His back stiffens, his voice tight as a bowstring: "To wash my face."
Malachi Arcanus bursts out laughing: "Didn't you just wash it while you were catching fish?"
Zeke suddenly whirls around, and a Wind Blade skims across Malachi's scalp, slicing off a lock of his hair.
Luna watches Zeke's ears turning scarlet and suddenly finds it pretty amusing.
Usually he's so cool and sharp-tongued, and now he's this innocent?
