Cyrus looked at Wiflor, shocked. Did she just answer a question? It would have been one thing if she had just said something like usual. But she actually answered a question. Did she understand him? Her answer wasn't an exact yes, but it was pretty damn close to one. He sighed and shook his head. Then again, maybe he imagined it. He<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>exhausted after all. He would have plenty of time to think about it in the morning.<br/><br/>"Come on, Wiflor. Let's go to bed."<br/><br/>Cyrus climbed into his tent next to Wiflor and laid down, getting under the blankets and opening his arms to prepare for his nightly cuddles with Wiflor. It was the part of the night he looked forward to the most. Over their journey, the fact Wiflor would be there to wrap him in a loving embrace was the only constant; and this comforted him. From experience, he knew that there weren't a whole lot of constants when one chose a career in adventuring.