As I suspected: Horus was tired. Once we arrived at the watchtower he carefully slid me off his back and settled me on top of an empty desk which I quickly rummaged for supplies. He scoped the tower thoroughly from top to bottom and even brought me boxes of blankets and spare uniforms he had found in a dingy storage closet. It took him no time to deem the tower safe whilst I found thinner nutritious bars that collapsed like sand at the slightest pressure. Horus had barricaded all the entrances and as soon as he finished his tasks he collapsed upon the ground where I had started piling up blankets to form a makeshift bed. Face planting onto the pile Horus was out like a light. Now that he laid near I could see fresh scars over his skin. The once vibrant maroon hide now had claw marks that glow an iridescent green, even the scabs were a patching neon.
Whilst the maroon man laid sleeping the woman sneaks upstairs to change out of her muddy wet clothes. The metallic winding stairs groaned with every step. Her hand brushed against the rails which were rusting and peeling. In the uppermost floor were thin windows surrounding the room giving a partial view of the forest. A few trees blocked the panes as well as vines that were engulfing the tower; some had even forced their way through inside the cracks on the ceiling.
Peeling the wet clothes off she could feel her skin moist with mud and rainwater. Luna scans the morning view through the foggy windows. Using her wet clothing to rub off the mud that seeped through. These uniforms were a bit different than the monochromatic ones she had worn so far. Browns and olive green were the main colors for the new clothes. Once again no shoes though there were more accessories than anticipated. Belts, socks, gloves, hats, and even holsters were available. The pants were cargo with a strange pattern on them; the same she had seen in action movies back on Earth. The holster was swapped out for the newer one since these were not caked in mud. No socks seeing as she now had bloody soles again. For a shirt an extra extra small that hugged her a bit too tight but was long enough to go past her hips. Even with her emancipated frame these clothes were not the same sizings as the ones back home. While struggling to find proper clothes she was forced to take note of the differences in sizing. The larger clothing was not made to take account a difference in weight but height. The camo pants, though fit her hips perfectly, had too much crotch space for her and the length went past her feet, for now she folded it up to her ankles. The handgun and knife she brought with her were wiped dry with a clean shirt. Holster now full with its proper weapon while her right thigh pocket housed the combat knife. Using another dry shirt she moisten it with trickling droplets from a leak in the roof to clean her face, folding it another way she used the clean part to pat her face dry.
After drying off Luna sluggishly went back downstairs. Horus had remained in the same position she left him. Face planted down in the middle of the blanket pile. Even though the sun was shining brightly as the clouds dispersed, the woman edged herself onto the pile. Outside the rain she was able to properly sleep throughout the night with her alien companion.
Another day another issue, evening came faster than expected and now the sun was finishing torching the watchtower for today. Horus remained asleep and the brunette had remained asleep throughout the day. Night came and the woman awoke with a start.
I was worried that a day under the rain would make me sick again but it seems it was enough to bring Horus down instead.
"Did I make him sick?" She pondered taking in his masked face still buried in the dusty blankets.
The nights before he awoke as soon as I did. I thought he was a light sleeper but seeing him now perhaps he was never sleeping at all.
The brunette patted the seven foot something man, still he laid unmoving except for the deep breaths that expanded his frame. Throughout their sleep he had pulled her close to him, his arm seemed to be the only thing to indicate he had moved.
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