You only realise you've fallen asleep again when Hinnom starts yowling. Your head snaps up from where it was resting on Marduk's shoulder and thank heavens you're still wearing the glasses, because it feels like the day has only gotten brighter over the past hour. Even through the tinted shades, your vision is crowded with white spots.

And then, seconds later, more appear when a booted foot kicks you directly in the horn. The momentum is too weak for it to really hurt, but the impact of the metal sole is enough to set your horn to ringing, and suddenly you're not tired at all.

You have no idea what's going on. But you do know -

"Drones?" Your mouth feels like it's full of cotton, but you're holding a water bottle for some reason, and you rip off the keratin lid with a claw and take a grateful gulp. The rest of the water, you dump on your head: the suncloak you're wearing is sunproof but not waterproof, and the liquid soaks rapidly through the cloth and onto your skin. It doesn't get rid of the way your head feels like it's full of cotton, but it helps, and besides, it is hot as hell out here.

"What - why are there drones?"