<span style="color: #00FFFF">Chance watched Ester as she returned downstairs. He could tell something was wrong, but as to what that was, he couldn't tell. He could, however, assume it was his fault. "Ester! what's wrong? I thought you'd be happy that I gave up my immortality, but you seem depressed. is there anything I can do?" he asked, following her.</span><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Ester shook her head. "I'm not sad about that.... I just..." She shook her head. "I'm sorry Chance... It's nothing, really" she gave him a faint smile. "I just need some sleep and we can go on our way"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FFFF">Chance could tell she was lying, but at risk of making whatever was wrong worse, he decided to agree with her. Then he realized there was only one bed for them both. Thankfully it was big enough to accomodate them both, but he got the feeling Ester didn't want to share a bed at the moment.<br/><br/>"You take the bed, I can go the night without sleep. there's something I need to discuss with the man who has that creepy one eye anyways. Night." he said. he leaned over and kissed her on the lips softly, neglecting to use his tongue in case she was mad at him or something. floating upstairs, he took one last look over his shoulder.  "Sweet dreams, my twilit angel."</span>