[ The ground felt more familiar to her weary and aching bones than anything she'd slept on in a number of months, firm and cold and unforgiving, and she settled down slowly onto it, her head towards a tree so that she might stare up at its branches, the great dark bough shading her and waving under the wind's breath.
She could not recall how long she lay awake before her breath evened out to betray her sleep, but it could be only minutes, for even her eyes burned from being open, her face tense from remaining alert, her hands sore with the clenching of fists. Unconsciousness did not offer her true rest, plagued by terrors about the condition of the Resistance, the realization of her fears of betrayal, and something else, lurking on the horizon, a latent unease.
The sound of birds and the first beams of light peeking over the horizon did not rouse her, too exhausted yet from the restless few hours that remained of the night. Rather, she turned her face into her arm, shoulder nudged against a protruding root, to instinctively shield her eyes from day's break. ]
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She could not recall how long she lay awake before her breath evened out to betray her sleep, but it could be only minutes, for even her eyes burned from being open, her face tense from remaining alert, her hands sore with the clenching of fists. Unconsciousness did not offer her true rest, plagued by terrors about the condition of the Resistance, the realization of her fears of betrayal, and something else, lurking on the horizon, a latent unease.
The sound of birds and the first beams of light peeking over the horizon did not rouse her, too exhausted yet from the restless few hours that remained of the night. Rather, she turned her face into her arm, shoulder nudged against a protruding root, to instinctively shield her eyes from day's break. ]