Chapter 947 How to Get Some Shut-Eye

The village chief had wrapped up his tales of the local witch, and by then, night had swallowed the sky whole. Without a single streetlight and the moon playing hide-and-seek behind the clouds, the darkness was pervading. The chief, not keen on groping his way home in the black, bid us an early farewell. Staying with the villagers meant making do with what they had, which was not much. Beds were scarce, so we made a makeshift camp on the second floor. With no walls to separate us, it was a communal affair. Minerva, after a half-hearted attempt at washing up, crouched by the dying embers and whispered, "Ms. Scott, are we really all going to pile onto the floor to sleep tonight?" I gave her a sidelong look. "Got any other bright ideas?" She shook her head with a grimace. "Not one." She leaned in, her voice a low murmur. "But how are we going to manage, us two girls with those three guys? It's just... awkward." I bit my lip, fully aware of the discomfort. The villagers' homes were