On edge for some reason Isla couldn't identify, she walked silently beside Vera, trying her hardest to tune out the crunching sound of the sand beneath her feet, and instead focused on her breathing. She had woken up at the crack of dawn and then once she was dressed, she headed out for a walk. She must had walked for an hour until another one of the counselors woke and began to prepare for the day. She was sitting in the hall, hands wrapped around a dangerously hot coffee when Vera finally joined her, looking tired but rejuvenated from a nights rest.
Vera had fallen asleep not long after Isla had laid down next to her, and after listening to her friends steadying breathing for a small amount of time, she had moved back to her own bed where she had tossed and turned for most of the night before falling into a fitful sleep. She had never been a very good sleeper, but it had only gotten worse as she got older. She refused to take any sleeping potions however, not wanting to fall into the trap of relying on something she couldn't produce herself.
After breakfast, they had spent the day with Viggo participating in various activities with the younger campers until it began to rain and they had all taken cover indoors. Viggo, Vera and Isla had taken refuge in the hall and played a few games of cards until it was time to leave to Elsie's for dinner. It had stopped raining by that point, and while the ground was still a little wet, the sun was out and blazing.
She barely remembered that Viggo was with them until he spoke, causing her to look at him with a raised brow, "Oh?"