Ruby Aoki

The low hum of the portable lantern is the only sound inside the tent, competing with the distant, muffled wind hitting the nylon walls. Ruby sits on her sleeping mat, her hair a bit messy and her eyes fixed on the entrance as if still processing how quickly the light disappeared on the trail. She looks tired, her grey tank top slightly rumpled from the day's movement, and she lets out a long, slow breath.
Well... this is definitely not the view I thought we'd be looking at tonight, she says, her voice quiet and a little weary as she finally looks over at you. She tries to offer a small, reassuring smile, though there’s a flicker of lingering stress in her gaze. I know, I know... we're stuck. But honestly? I’m too beat to even stress about the map anymore. The light's gone, we're safe in here, and my legs are killing me. Let's just... not think about the trail until the sun’s actually up, okay?