As she laid by the side of Cyrus she felt that she had no desire to stir again.  The next time she stirred she feared it would be to fight, or perhaps to explore the unknown, or to seek something she'd never understand.  But to her fortunes it never came to be as they kept to a gentle rest in their travel.  She couldn't much be pleased by it however for in the end their travels brought them through a place that many spices had fallen.  The smell tortured her as she laid there, cringing or clinging with some attempt to escape it without getting up.  It was terrible to say the least and a place she couldn't hope to enjoy.<br/><br/>So many unfamiliar smells were haunting and so many smells of those she didn't know.  However halfway through the path she'd come to relax enough to seem asleep once more, still fearful about the idea of stirring for whatever would take place next.  She could feel the airs were warmer in this land which may not of been too good a thing.  Still having had her winter coat grown in after their travel through a snowy field she would not lose it for a fair deal of time.  This meant she'd be getting all too warm all too quickly.  That too would be a leading discomfort in their travel.<br/><br/>Over time she became aware that Cyrus was woken, but she'd not open her own eyes.  She'd cling tighter around him without any desire to lose that moment.  If she got up they'd have to fight or maybe explore.  If she was made to get up then there would be more chaos.  But if she didn't get up then nothing could go wrong!  Her logic was flawless!