They’d been walking a long time, and apart from the angry throbbing of her arm, Ira was battling the foggy embrace of sleep. They’d been up all night, not daring to grab a quick nap with the enemy still close behind. Light was filtering through the trees as dawn approached, and at its familiar appearance, Ira’s body was insisting she lie down and sleep.
She yawned, and Dounia turned back toward her in concern.
“I’m just sleepy,” she said, a tad grumpily. They’d just been shot out of the sky, her arm had been broken, and they were behind enemy lines. She felt she had good reason to be tetchy.
“We can’t sleep now,” Dounia said.
“I know,” Ira replied, rolling her eyes. “Sorry for disturbing your concentration with my unnecessary bodily functions. Next time I’ll keep my yawning bottled up.
