Devon was waiting for Erik to return, hunkered down in her own tent. She was cleaning her gun, so used to the calming routine that even as her hands worked the parts back together, her mind was elsewhere and her ears open and listening for the sound of Erik's truck. There was no telling when he would be back, but she would wait for him, regardless. Devon refused to sleep until she knew he was safe and wouldn't need her help.
The sound of the truck approaching was the trigger that released the tension in her back and shoulders, and Devon got to her feet, freshly cleaned gun in hand, to duck out of her tent. He was approaching and didn't look like he was in need of any healing, so she tilted her head and studied him intently in the darkness. "What happened."