Unfortunately, Lise couldn't even do anything for him. Since it was Isieas contract.

A day passed, and the iron tower loomed black and menacing overhead, though it was still far in the distance. The sickly yellow-gray of the sky darkened, and the hazy outline of a moon shimmered behind the clouds. No stars. None at all. The artificial lights reflected off the haze, making the night nearly as bright as the day.

Isiea doesnt sleep. She stays wide awake.

Lise goes to sleep. She hasn't rested in a while, and she needs it.

Ash began coughing, putting a hand against a crumbling wall to steady himself

That wakes up her already light sleep. " Ash. You should rest. "

Isiea frowns.

A huge cement tube lay half-buried in the dirt at the bottom of the tracks.

He didn't argue this time, but went down the slope and into the cement shelter. It wasn't tall enough for him to stand up straight, and the floor was sprinkled with chips of colored glass. Not the best of campsites, but at least it wasn't iron. Pulling the sword from his belt, Ash sank down with a barely concealed groan.

Isiea frowns and moves just slightly closer to him.

" we can stay for a bit. Just... don't kill yourself over this, okay? "