She thought about his idea, nodding slowly as she mulled it over.  It would not be much of a life and she realized something else.  Vara sat up on the cot and looked toward him straight on.  She had lost nearly everything and now she really had nothing else to lose...except him.  For some reason he had made moves to save her life and he could have killed her or left her on her own at many points before this.  Instead, he was now offering to lie to the witches for her.  Vara took in a deep breath and blew it out again, trying to rifle through all the feelings in her mind.  The loss, the pain, the strange pull she felt from Geraint.<br/><br/>“And what happens when they realize you lied to protect me?  They kill you or hurt you for it?  I can’t imagine they would handle the news tenderly.”  Her brow furrowed and she stood up, crossing the room so she could be closer when she said what she needed to say next.<br/><br/>“We needed a moment to think, but I..You should take me back to them and they can do whatever they want to with me.  Kill me, try to get information...” It felt like the right thing to do.  “Just let me take a night to deal with all this.  You gave me borrowed time but I can’t let you risk your hide for mine.”  She put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.  He had lived a hard life and she would not add to the difficulty of it.