Ireena's heart hurt for the man. He was in clear pain and such mental torture. The glow of the candle flickered with a waver that resembled her heart. Time seemed so slow and as he joined her on the cot. It eased her nerves to have him close and sharing in his human warmth. Ireena sat up and stroked slender fingers idly through his hair.<br/><br/>By the sound of his breathing, she could tell that he dozed off. The stroking of his hair seemed to be cathartic for the woman. Her eyes stared off into the distances and did not focus at all. Her mind was sluggish and body tired, but there was a sense of fear that kept those eyes from closing. Upon hearing Andrei's voice once more it started her heart into a rapid pace that almost hurt. Even she had not been paying attention to the time. "<i>We </i>will flee, Andrei." Softly she corrected him while stroking his hair.<br/><br/>"You've come so far... do not leave me now..." Whispered words were only loud enough for his ears and his ears only. Despite such words, she worried about her father and brother. There was hope that both were fairing far better than her. No doubt her brother was hunkered down the inn with a bottle and for once she wished that he was hugging the bottle and passed out. Ignorant of this fear that surrounded them. A painful yawn was stifled and the fight between much-needed sleep and fear of the unknown was intense.