The boy stumbled as he attempted to step over a rock. He ended up tripping over it and falling flat on his face. He paused to put a little band-aid and some disinfectant on the cut on his cheek and continued on.<br/><br/>He'd been walking for so long, without sleep and eating his food on the move so as to not lose any ground. His body wanted to stop. It wanted sleep, rest and something to take the chill off his bones. The boy settled for wrapping his cloak tighter around himself and using the cold as an adrenaline booster to keep moving.<br/><br/>After such a long time, his arms and legs were so tired and cold he could hardly feel them. In the darkness, he tripped over another rock, and used the moment of pause as an opportunity to caste another sensory spell. Was it possible? He seemed to have actually gained a little ground on the Ranger.<br/><br/>With the new assurance, the boy hauled himself back to his numb feet and trekked onward. An idea struck him. Since the Ranger seemed to have stopped, if he just teleported to that location, he would have made up enough time to sleep. At the moment, he was too tired to possibly think through that plan completely. With his last energy, the boy pulled out his teleportation scroll and was gone. Having been only partially focusing, he ended up sitting right next to the Ranger, and promptly fell asleep leaning on his shoulder.