"Wait, what?" Ghent drew his hand away from the device, dumbfounded by the permission to leave. Did this mean Drust trusted him enough to come back? Rather than further question the man, he hastily agreed. Elayra could draw that dagger again faster than she'd sheathed it. 
	"That'd probably be best for everyone involved." Ghent retrieved his backpack, only to toss the bag of half-finished fries into it along with the crumpled wrapper of his burger.
	 "Dawn's first light. I'll be here." As he promised to return, Ghent shouldered the pack, reluctant to take the phone from them. 
	"I feel kinda bad leaving you guys here, though...want me to grab any supplies or anything? There's a vending machine by the park, I could grab some bottles of water." Ghent knew they'd stayed at places far worse than this, and likely with less provisions, but his conscious nagged him. The least he could do was to leave them with a source of light and water. "I'll leave the phone with you."