It was getting dark. She could detect the little changes in the sky and smell it in the wind. When she first realized her sharpened senses, she'd been against using them, but they were so deeply ingrained in her system that she had no choice. Besides, after she got used to them, it wasn't too bad. It was, in fact, very convenient, but she didn't like knowing the price of her new senses was her sister's life. Looking around, Amunet tried to distract herself by finding somewhere to rest for the night. She hadn't rested in a few days, and she knew she needed to find something to eat at least.