Prompt: 'running on empty'
A Night to Remember
What did we do last night? mumbled Tris, opening an eye and staring at the smoking wreckage of the barn. I don't think cotton and iron are supposed to fuse like that, and there's wool growing out of the roof.
You don't want to know, merchant girl, came Daja's voice, sounding as exhausted as Tris felt.
Most of that was you three, Coppercurls; those stone vines in the horse trough are mine, said Briar. Tris would have glared at him for sounding so proud of himself, but her head had begun to throb in earnest.