After a while, he spoke, his voice deep and pleasant, "Alright, go to sleep."
Hannah didn't say anything else and slowly drifted off, leaning on his leg.
...
Gregory Lawrence was very excited about stealing from the wanderers.
The most obvious sign was that he, who usually loved to sleep in, got up the earliest.
"Quick, quick, quick, let's set off now!"
Gregory stood on a not-so-smooth rock, straining to look into the distance.
Hannah, annoyed by his noise, casually grabbed a small stone and threw it at him.
After a cry of "Ah," Gregory lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The ground was covered in soft sand; he wasn't hurt, just ended up with a mouthful of dust.
They quickly got ready before setting off again.
Gregory climbed out of the sand pile, his hair a complete mess, and excitedly caught up with the rest, "Let's go, let's go, we're off!"
He faced the rising morning sun, laughing heartily without a care.
