The woman's words gently wafted over him like a warm blanket, fuzzy and incomprehensible. The little bit of cool air coming from the vent was a much needed small relief for his struggling recovery. And simple as that, his consciousness drifted into nothingness as he stared out the window at the passing greenery. The partly clear blue sky gave his tired mind a bit of peace.<br/><br/>Nothing seemed to concern him enough to spend energy thinking about it now. Time felt irrelevant, and it was unclear how much had exactly past in that little car. The music playing in the background lulled him into a serene meditative state. His gaze never left the window until he felt their speed slow into a stop. Peering around the edge of the front seat, he saw they'd come upon what he could only assume was the place she'd intended on getting to. A large wall and a gate stood before them in the distance and it took him a moment to register that there was a small commotion going on which perhaps had caused her caution.<br/><br/>His tired, heat-beaten eyes could hardly make out who was out there. Some people. And, was that a horse..? That was perhaps the only information that peaked his mild curiosity before he allowed himself to lay back against the seat. Again, the question presented itself. Did he want to stay? Neither here nor there about it, he decided he would simply continue to go with the flow. Part of him doubted that this group would want anything to do with a half-dead man anyhow. Who was to say they would let him stay to begin with? At this point he would much rather leave the decision-making up to anyone else.<br/><br/>In truth, he was a little alarmed at how many people there were. He vaguely counted two or three, four if he counted the woman driving them. That felt like far too many people to be around. Unsafe, in its own way. And frankly, he hadn't been around that many people since his home. And the thought of that raised the small hairs on the back of his neck with a residual fear. But as quickly as the memory came, it was gone.<br/><br/>His watchful eyes now glued to his guardian, her curly brown poof of hair.