Caleb looked over at Colette who had woken up. "Yeah... I'm fine... sorry, I didn't mean to wake you" Caleb replied as he pulled her close once again. "It'll be okay, no one will ever harm you. I won't let them" he murmured more to himself that to Colette. He ran his fingers through her long hair. Every so often his finger tips would skim her face, the soft, warmth that eminated from her body was oddly soothing. He thought about everything he'd done. Was it right for him to have stolen her in the night? He shook the thought from his head. He had taken her, to save her from being killed by the people she'd called comrades. He knew nothing of who they were or why they wanted to kill his brother in the first place. Caleb hadn't thought to ask. His mind devled deeper and deeper into the situation he'd seemingly found himself in. 'And to think, I thought she was sweet and innocent when I first saw her' he  thought to himself. Before he could stiffle it, a slight giggle escaped him. Well, it was too late now, he just hoped she wouldn't ask him what he'd found funny, it might have been slightly embarrasing on his part if he did have to tell her.