The sound of bells roused her from her sleep. She had been in a light sleep since the sun began to rise, but had spent most of the night with her eyes closed, willing away the faces of dead men, women and.. child. The images had become disoriented as the night came by, until she was silently praying to the Maker to make it stop. Aimil would admit she couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep, but the lines across her face told her it had been long enough.<br/><br/>However when she sat up and took a look around, Valerius was no longer in the room. Up she went, pulling her sword from her belt that still lay across the floor. "Valerius," she called softly, peering around the room. Her sleep had left her clothing rumpled and crooked, but now her eyes were hard. She called his name once more, then began to search the room. Throwing the small closet door open, but no body fell atop her, nor was there one under her bed, or even out the window. A glint caught her eye, it was from his armored gloves still laying across the table, and her shoulders sagged. "Thank the Maker," she breathed, she didn't think she could handle another death.<br/><br/>The clink of her door startled her again, and the woman waved the sword still in her hand to it, as her Stewart stumbled back into the room. "Oh," she dropped the end of the blade towards the ground. "I apologize," she said after an awkward moment, inching back to her things to put the blade back in her belt. "I had not heard you leave."