Retreating in Style (Rib, closed)

The boy's hand unconsciously rubbed the bridge of his nose at the mention of it. With a sigh, he looked out of the window at the passing landscape, now almost all desert as they came closer and closer to the lightning temple. He'd gotten a little sleep in the car, but for the most part their quick departure from the Stamarian compound had left him still largely lacking in rest. On top of that he certainly felt like he had a lot more to think about now. Realizing he hadn't answered the question yet, though, Scept responded to Vesper, "It's fine." Between lack of sleep and mixed feelings about everything now, he'd been more quiet than usual since his rescue from the Stamarians.

The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon now, it seemed, and Scept could feel the urge in him becoming more and more fulfilled as they came within mere miles of the temple itself. Now confident this was the place he really was supposed to go to, Scept wondered once more how exactly he knew he was supposed to go here at all. Was it just that he had some connection with the element of the temple? It'd not be the greatest of all ways to end the journey, finding out that they'd gone all this way for nothing.

Despite his tiredness, though, the mage was also beginning to feel a tinge of excitement. What if something really was here? He shifted in his seat with anticipation, flexing his fingers as if he could grasp it already. Running a hand along the back of his neck and finding something to scratch at, he considered asking how much further it'd be, but he already knew the answer for that, and he still didn't really feel like talking. With a bit of resignation toward patience, Scept rested his head against the hot glass of the window, watching the road in front of them as best he could from the back seat.