After catching their breath and calming the last of their racing pulses, Tave and Panpan spent some time tidying up the rocky outcrop they'd be using as a shelter for the night. It wasn't much, but it would serve well enough.
No need to pitch a tent. The air within the rift was clear and dry, though the wind carried a biting chill. A pair of sleeping bags would be enough to get them through the night. They just needed to set up a few basic supplies and prepare a quick emergency meal to regain the energy they'd burned during their desperate escape.
Tave reached into his storage ring and retrieved something from it. His first Tier 5 Monster Core.
He held it out, letting it catch the faint shimmer of the riftlight, then turned it toward Panpan. There was something he needed from it, something important. But he hesitated.
"I'm okay if you want to give that to Fang," she said quietly.
