There’s a palpable tension in the air since they left the road and hunkered down in these old remains of a watchtower. Staying together merely out of pure necessity and safety didn’t do much to boost the mood among the odd band of ragged survivors, though they are lucky that instead of brawling and making trouble everyone took to brooding in their own corner in and around the ruin. While avoiding each other’s company most of the time, they often shared the campfire in the middle of the tower for cooking and warming themselves up when the weather got colder. During those moments, she noticed him looking her over out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to steer away from direct eye contact. Everyone else sensed it too. Out on the road they never spoke more than was strictly necessary, and that hadn’t changed since they arrived here. Everyone is too occupied with their own worries to socialize anyway.