"Yeah, m'awake," he agreed and pushed himself from leaning against Gabe's back so his bond could slip from the bike, and he could shuffle forward to take the handlebars with one hand. He tried and failed to stifle a yawn, and he ended up shuddering in pain as all the sutures pulled on his lips and face in the process.

"Got it. You direct me," he murmured as he was able to steer carefully one-handed. "We're making camp, I take it?"