Anita
As he found a roll of bandages, he hastily wrapped the cut palm, not giving much care into it. While he finished bandaging his slit hand, he gazed thoughtfully towards Ally, who now laid comfortably onto the ground. He zoned out for a brief moment while he felt a wave of fatigue overwhelm him. How much he'd give to rest.. Dava slowly pulled his focus away from the drifting Breton and began to clean the blade yet again. Well, now this would give him the opportunity to think.. 

To think all of this started when he approached that prude at the inn. Would things be different if Ally accepted the drink? Or perhaps if he hadn't fought that Dunmer for mocking him? Or maybe when he was bound and left with the necklace, why didn't he just take it and leave? Or if he returned everything he had stolen without the pointless scuffle they had gotten into over it?
 And all for his daughter's necklace.Davaras let out a heavy sigh as he shook his head.He still feels guilty,if only he had known, he would've stolen like.. The bird or something!If he grabbed that dumb bird and managed to feed it to the wolves,he would!It's that stupid bird's fault he got caught! He puffed out his lip in a sulking pout, shooting a vengeful glare towards the silver cage."Damn daedra.." He scoffed,internally scolding himself for managing to lose to some bird!But that's no ordinary bird in his defense!And this isn't no ordinary man either! While prepping the falcon's cadaver, his eyes trailed off towards Ally's direction.Couldn't this be an opportunity to steal the satchel?He knew which satchel held the jewelry and jewels—how easy it'd be!He could leave this fool here with that bird and maybe even scout for that horse to help him out of this frozen tundra! But then again... He redirected his attention to seasoning the now sliced meat that sizzled in the pot.

He couldn't escape this situation on his own.. Stealing would be pointless now. 

*And as much as he'd hate to admit it.. He needed Ally.*
Sydney
He twisted until his back was pressed against the ground, lazily looking up at the blue sky and shivering as a breeze lapped over his face. The clouds were so... Soft looking but they banned of more snow and possibly colder weather, he scrunched his nose in distaste and pulled his cloak tighter, pressing his nose into the warm fur that lined it and letting out a delicate hum. At least Dava was making himself useful- he pricked his ears to listen to the sizzle of flesh and the warm scent that tingled his nose made his mouth water- not the best but better then rats? Well, who knew, maybe this would be the best. His amber eyes slowly drifted shut, but he couldn't sleep much with the light- even with the veil that was softly placed on his eyes. Could he sleep? He'd already taken a huge risk sleeping last night with that thief mulling around, who's to say as soon as Ally wasn't looking he'd strike again? He twitched, his amber eyes opening suddenly as though he expected Dava to be above him with that knife he was using to prepare his meal... But he wasn't, and Ally knew that! He hadn't heard the shuffle of feet... But he couldn't help the antsy feeling now. You know what? Just letting his body rest a little before he went to find the horse was all he needed, even if the ground wasn't the most comfortable!
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He strained his legs as he stretched them, reaching his hands over his head and resting his head on his palms. He let out a exaggerated yawn before settling his somber gaze on the clouds drifting in the blue pool overhead... He just needed to ignore that... *Idiot*... For a while. Just a few more days of having to deal with him, it was fine! He tried to distract himself by picking out the shapes of distant clouds... That one looked surprisingly much like a horse! He blinked his eyes as he watched the "Horse" Slowly drift through the sky, as though prancing across a field! He glanced to another cloud- what could that be? After a bit of straining he recognized the soft shape of a cat, it's tail drifting away like a white stream! He glanced around the sky but could find no other shapes that could be dechipered into things. Ally sighed, he used to cloud-watch all the time with Filly. He reached up and touched the necklace gently, suddenly too aware of it's presence– she would make up anything... Everything!... Even if he didn't see what she saw when he looked up at the clouds she would always be adamant– badgering his ear off trying to explain– until Ally sighed in defeat and had to agree. He imagined her sitting next to him– she'd be lecturing him right now on how all the clouds looked until she would become bored and bounce off...

Ally shut his eyes and tried to shake away the ghost by ignoring it... Simple! He pricked his ears and glanced towards his companion who seemed to be drifting off as he cooked. Dava would be done soon? Hopefully! Whatever he was making smelled exceptionally good!
Anita
Once a crisp, golden brown, Dava swiftly retrieved two separate plates and carefully placed the slices of meat on both. One plate had the majority of meat while the other had much lesser portion. Davaras set both plates down before removing the piping hot pot from the cooking stand. He wasn't particularly starving, but he knew if he had to remain awake—he had to eat *Something.* He turned to search for the Breton before quickly spotting him laying on the ground and... *Cloud-watching..?* He observed for a moment, taking surprise in how peaceful he seemed.. *You know... He didn't seem so bad when he wasn't constantly complaining or scorning..* Dava could *Almost* Appreciate how calm and pleasant he appeared but in the back of his mind, he knew that'll change in a matter of seconds. With a sharp whistle, he gestured for Ally to come over. He reached for his plate with the lesser portion as he strolled around to sit by the fire.

He glanced to where Ally was and cocked an eyebrow with the tilt of his head; "Were you *Cloud-watching* Just now?" His question came out skeptical or in disbelief. Cloud-watching certainly seemed too... Calming for such an angry person. Unless Ally was only like that around *Him..?* 

*Probably not,* He seems like he'd act that way towards anyone! Even towards himself! It was almost as if Ally was off in his own world.. Davaras kept glancing to Ally every now and again, as if to check if he was alright. He wasnt concerned, not one bit! He just.. Shouldn't be in his head so much! But then... Why it pertain to *Him* So much?
Sydney
*It was in his head now.*

It was a bittersweet memory- that had turned poisonous because of the sheer amount he thought of it. He didn't want Filomena to *Go*, no! Kites and flowers could wait, the day was peaceful! Ugh, she would always run off before he told her what he saw! *He didn't get to tell her about the cat and horse, and the other things he'd seen whenever his gaze turned to the sky... And he was afraid he'd never be able to tell her.*
The rare moments he did get her to quietly cloud-watch with him we're so happy... Sometimes they would sit in the meadow for hours until dusk was upon them- he would watch the clouds but Filly would always get distracted. She'd write about the clouds or something, heh, tell him about what she saw in the clouds and forced him to agree, then other times she would simply ramble on and on... He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut... He could almost smell the flowers in that little open field, it was really just... A painful memory. He slid his hand under his "Blindfold" And rubbed his eye upon hearing a whistle, that being enough to interrupt his growing thoughts- *By the nine, that was annoying*. When was the last time anyone had whistled to him? He shot up and huffed, swinging himself to his feet and lazily moseying his way over to the fire. He grumbled irritably- **"Why does it matter what I do to you?"** The spoken word, *Cloud-watching*, it was enough to make his heart ache. He didn't enjoy it anymore, so why did he do it? His stoic expression remained unchanged, except for a somber glint in his eyes. 

*Distraction, food was always the perfect distraction.* Whatever was made smelled really *Good*; he spared Dava a glare before sitting down on the ground infront of his plate, using his fingers to grab a chunk of meat and inspect it. *It even looked good.*

He wasted no time in putting the price of meat in his mouth and tearing off a large chunk, focus now, it was so good! Dava may be a thief but his cooking was good... *Exceptional*... Just barely good enough to distract Ally, but delicious none the less! If Dava just wasn't as irritable as he was he might just want to keep him!
Anita
Observing Ally, Dava continued to raise an eyebrow and silently munch on a slice of meat. Was something the matter..? He seemed almost.. Troubled if not a bit glum. Davaras' eyebrows furrowed as he observed Ally's odd mannerisms, taking note of how sadden he seemed momentarily... What could he be thinking? 
Ally's tone was stern and cold, clearly aggravated upon Dava's question. *He had only asked a question!* Though it seemed to jab at him like a thorn in his side—had it brought bittersweet memories or perhaps just brought about a defensive response? He wasn't sure of what to quite do except adjust his scarf uncomfortably. He had to respond quickly if he wanted to fix what he had just created! He did *Not* Wish to sit though awkward, heavy silence!Holding his hands up defensively,he closed his eyes, scooting back as if protecting himself; "Hey listen,I didn't mean that in a negative way, Sedura. I just found it surprising is all—you didn't strike me as the type to enjoy things like that, y'know?"He cracked a shy smile, gazing to Ally with look of uncertainty.With only a few more bites, he finished his slice of meat.He placed the empty plate off to the side, sparing a glance towards the agitated but satisfied Breton. 

He let out a small sigh and turned to gaze at the flowing river that appeared calmer than earlier within the morning.Was he alright? Again,he did not have any concern whatsoever—*However,*If his thoughts distracted him and impacted his mood,that would be an troubling issue.He spotted a nearby stick,deciding to reach for it and poke at the dying campfire. Small blazes flared upwards as he continously prodded at the burnt wood, capturing his full attention. The slight uproar of the fire reflected onto his face but most noticeabley, his eyes glinted a bright red as they bore into the fire thoughtfully. "But if the question was touchy, I won't press.It was just unexpected is all." He shrugged, finally tearing his eyes off the burn of the fire.