He had slept a liittle bit, off and on, but been lying awake when the first rays of light crept in under the door. He was still holding the sleeping girl, who had moved slightly in her sleep, enough for one of his hands to have sipped under the blanket. His hand was resting on the bare skin of her belly, but he didn't dare pulling it away. The gorgeous eighteen year old seemed to have a night without nightmares and so he just waited for her to wake up. But when she slept on, Hood started to think of ways to wake her up. The next shelter-place would be half a day's walk further along and he wanted to see if the girl could walk to the stream, perhaps to wash herself a little bit. And if all would be somewhat better, perhaps they could try to move ahead.<br/><br/>He weighed off all his options, and concluded that the sweet way was probably the best. He leant towards her neck again, kissing the back of it very tenderly, and trickled the tips of his fingers very lightly over the girl's smooth skin. 'Time t'wake, princess, t'seems you slept very well. Y'can slowly op'n yer eyes, girl. T'is I, Hood, still wiff ye'. He moved himself fully against the back of the girl, giving her a few small and tender kisses in her neck again and then waited for the girl to wake up. But he didn't take his fingers away from the soft skin of her belly, for it felt better and lovelier as any girl he had the pleasure of ever touching. It gave him sensations he hadn't expected, given the circumstances.