Damain wraps his arms around the lovely girl next to him, he pulls her into him. "you put yourself up to her, to protect me..." he kisses her cheek. "i say you earned yourself one favor..." he cuddles her and pulls a blanket over them both. He pulls a pillow up to them as well.<br/><br/>Cynthia curses under her breath, she shivers in the cold tent. Her only warmth being the small lantern next to her, that was quickly dying. She stares at the cuddling couple. She had given them both immortality, then they enslave her. she would get her revenge, by any means. She then turns to her binds, she struggles a little, giving up when they show no sign of breaking. She needed her wand, or to at least touch one of the couple to use her powers.