<span style="color: #0040FF">"Delancey," he heard her whisper gently, and gazed into her eyes. Now they had lost the red tint and had switched to a pristine blue, clear as winter skies. She may have tried to appear bored, but he could see her excitement easily through those beautiful eyes of hers. He could also see questions burn through her face, but she remained silent. Why?<br/><br/>He dared not push her, so he got up reluctantly and did a dance of sorts. The dance included his blood stained mace and various battle movements. <span style="font-style: italic">Thrust. Parry. Low ward. Turn with sweep. Fient kick. Dodge.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFFF00">Feeling Hinojose's fingers knead her stiff shoulders left a good sort of pain behind. It tugged on her bruises and cuts, but it was helping her relax. As did the meat, it may have been unseasoned yet it tasted like heaven to her. With her tummy happy and her body relaxed, she felt her eyelids flutter closed and sleep dragged her beneath its murky depths.</span>