For a brief moment, Reese had considered running away. This would be the perfect opportunity if she was trying to get out of her situation. The sounds of unfamiliar animals is what deterred her from the idea. She had no idea what was out there, and didn't have a way to fight for herself. If she wandered off in the wild, it might've well been her going to her death. And she wasn't ready to give up her life just yet. Daniel took away her dishes before laying down, making himself comfortable and warm. It was getting colder now that it was night time. This was one of the inconveniences of being forced to walk around naked. While tucking in her knees to her chest helped a little, it didn't stop the cold from seeping into her bones. There was still the warmth from the fire, but it was slowly dwindling. Looking around, she wondered if there was anything that she could use to cover herself. There wasn't much out here. She thought of using leaves, but with the light wind, it would just blow off of her body. Reese ran a hand through her hair, which wasn't easy to do now that she had knots. What she wouldn't give to get clean and actually wear some clothes. It would be nice to feel like a normal human again. Standing up, she dusted the dirt off of herself before she walked over to Midnight. The large bird was already asleep, so she didn't want to disturb it, but she wondered if he would be bothered by her sleeping next to him. She was too tired to care if the animal snapped at her and she didn't really have any other choices. Curling up next to the creature's wing, she leaned against it softly, stroking its body to calm it down in case it freaked out.<br/><br/>Midnight seemed to like her and she didn't think he would mind if she used him as a heater. The Tarn's body heat was more than enough to keep her warm and its feathers covered her naked body. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture herself back home in her bed. She assumed that Daniel was already asleep, so she didn't bother to look over at him. She remembered a song her mother used to sing to her when she was a child to lull her to sleep when she was having a difficult time. Softly, the girl sang to herself with a surprisingly beautiful voice for someone who acted so rough. It was mainly to comfort herself, something she found she needed to do almost every night. "<i>A la nanita nana nanita ella, nanita ella. Mi niña tiene sueño bendito sea, bendito sea. Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora. Ruiseñor que en la selva. Cantando y llora, Calla mientras la cuna se balancea. A la nanita nana nanita ella</i>."