With a grateful hand, Terrence gently stroked her hair as he she drifted off to sleep. She was right, and she was true. The wisest woman he had ever met, and he'd be damned if he'd be letting her go at any point in the near or distant future. As sure as he'd soon be able to lift his guns again, he'd keep his watch over her. He had no doubt that she could protect herself and no doubt that she'd be any less effective now that her leg was shot.<br/><br/>He decided he would sleep off his pain for a while, and they would continue their journey on the morrow, when the sun would try it's hardest to send it's rays to them and world could be seen in all it's undeniable shame.<br/>But a shame that was ignored when they were together.