When you're certain that the soldiers are long gone, you collapse behind the remains of a brick wall. Jolon hunkers down beside you with an elaborate casualness that some would take at face value. A glance is all it takes to tell you that his weight is centered on his toes, leaving him ready to spring into action at any given moment in spite of his slouch.
"I think that might be enough for tonight," he says, staring wistfully up at the moon. "As entertaining as these excursions always are, even the best of us need some sleep now and again."
You sit in silence for a moment, allowing the thudding of your racing heart to calm. You've enjoyed these nights out; they might even be the only thing that's keeping you sane during the occupation. But now that you think about it, Jolon's never told you why he does it, what he has to gain by taking you under his wing.
In the pregnant quiet of predawn, you both watch the moon fade from view before you finally break the silence.