A frigid night breeze, brought a shiver to Typhen's bones. The temperature would drop, as the goddess Shiva's grip on the world grew at this late in the season.<br/><br/>"You may...stay with me." He mentioned after a moment. He wanted to send her away, but his heart was simply not in it. She was a wounded thing. Her entire life shifting before her, the road ahead so vast and unknown. He stoked the small fire once, and pulled a large quilted pelt from the bedroll near him. Pulling her close, he covered her with the blanket, allowing her head to gently rest upon his shoulder as a makeshift pillow.<br/><br/>He kept the sword at his side, but he relaxed a little. Sensing that his nerves were getting the better of him, but he did his best not to let her know of his plight. His pursuer would likely not come tonight, but the chance was always there.<br/><br/>"In the morning, we journey through the door." He said cryptically. As she closed her eyes, he wished her pleasant dreams. He stayed awake however, warily watching the treeline, and keeping his mind alert. He dare not tell her why sleep was beyond him, and why he worried so much about the next day.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The morning sun found the woman alone beneath the quilt of animal pelt's alone, and Typhen no where to be seen. The fire was extinguished, and the wagon and horses remained, but her rescuer was missing entirely.