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"I'm okay." Eris whispers, but her voice is low and blending in with the sound of shifting sand and drowned out by the wind. She doesn't push Ophelia away however, curling instead into her firm as bright blue eyes, slitted and catlike in the dark watch the door with a marked intensity. Wary and fearful that something might lurk out in the raging storm. Something better able to brave the winds and biting sands then themselves stalking the empty ruins like a ghost for prey.
It's probably just her imagination, Eris assured herself, but no matter how much she tries she can't relax. Her eyes refusing to close except for a few quick blinks before she returns to her prior vigil. She's tired, but fear keeps her awake. She wonders now why these ruins are here. Why an abandoned city sits within the heart of the desert. She ponders if the water merely dried up and the people left or if something drained the people dry long before sand could fill unused wells and cover the bones of their homes with sand.
"Mm..." Ophelia would hum softly in acknowledgement - not denying nor agreeing with Eris saying that she was okay - her keen ears twitching slightly. She didn't necessarily 100% hear Eris with the howling winds, but she heard the harsher and more distinct vowels enough to fill in the blanks. Instead, she'd simply slightly adjust her position so that they could both be comfortable, maintaining a soft and soothing purr-like rumble in her throat, much like her parents would to reassure them during bad storms when they were younger.
In her own quiet gazing about though, she'd notice the tired look in Eris' eyes. Ophelia frowned softly, and would gently bunt against Eris' side, murmuring "It's getting late, and you look tired, Eris. You should sleep," Though, the idea of something possibly being out there did occur to her... Well... "... I'll wake you up if something happens, ok?" She'd murmur in added reassurance - she could deal with a sleepless night while waiting for the storm to pass, but Eris was a growing digimon who needed her sleep. And Ophelia believed herself to be the stronger of the two anyways; if something happened, or something was out there, she'd try her best to protect Eris.
"Ok." The Tiny bean murmured slowly relaxing despite herself with Ophelia's soft warmth and low purring easing the frissons of tension that had been clawing down the length of her spine. She still wouldn't say she was unwary, but she had been hiking a long way and despite herself she was very very tired. Despite her initial fear gradually the Gigimon's eyes slipped closed. Only parting every so often at a particularly vicious shudder of the door, but thus far the pair remained undisturbed. Perhaps not safe, but certainly not under threat.
Curling a bit deeper into the rags and sand with the Spadamon's warm fur encircling her Eris dreamed of white fluffy clouds and a floating island. She dreamed of the scent of the forge and her Father's low murmuring as he worked. She dreamed of her Uncle shuffling paperwork or out working in the fields. She dreamed of Vivian and her paints and the scent of books and tea with Moon and game night with her cousin Leo. In that quiet small dusty room occupied by none for so long, but Ophelia and herself Eris dreamed of home.
Ophelia would watch quietly, as Eris slowly drifted off to sleep - listening as the little Gigimon's breathing would even out from uneasy, uneven breaths to the soft, relaxed, even breathing of sleep. The young Spadamon would yawn softly to herself, but... Vigilantly, she'd stay awake, and would keep her eyes and ears peeled and alert to remain aware of their surroundings as the storm howled on outside...
Much like how Eris would begin to dream of home, though - Ophelia's own mind wandered, as she thought to distant days back home, before her siblings had reached Rookie level like herself. She could recall days like these, when she was holed up with her family in the den, as blizzards raged beyond the entrance... And in the few rare moments when her parents would go out hunting in such storms, how she was the one who remained and watched over her siblings - how she'd have a little Pukamon and Wanyamon on her lap as she played games with them, talked soothingly to them, anything to help keep her siblings entertained and keep their minds off the storm beyond...
... It would take a minute for her to notice, when the sandstorm and winds outside began to finally calm, and the howling began to quiet. To notice just how peaceful it was, without the storm beyond rattling the little house and the howling winds to unnerve them- all she could hear were the quiet soft breaths of a little Gigimon under her watchful eye, a new friend and a prospective friendly rival... "..."
... ... She'd smile faintly. Maybe this desert wasn't so bad after all.