The gentle hug had not been something Montrell expected. He really wasnâ€™t sure how to react to it, but oddly enough he found accepting it to be easier than he thought. Something about it relaxed him a little bit. He wouldnâ€™t admit it, but there was something relaxing Roseâ€™s presence in general and he liked having her curled up next to him like this. She felt warm and he appreciated how she was able to be so comfortable around him. In a strange way he felt protective of her, probably because she was, as she had put it, a newborn babe in this world. It was king of odd. If she had rejected his offer to sleep with him he probably would have tried to coax her somehow. He was pretty blunt when it came to negotiations and wasnâ€™t sure how that would have worked out, but that wouldnâ€™t have stopped him.<br/><br/>The rat shook his head, clearing his thoughts, and muttered, â€œYouâ€™re welcome. Have a good nightâ€™s sleep.â€ With a yawn he shifted a little to get into a more comfortable position now that she was against him. He wasnâ€™t use to having others sleeping in his bed with him, he has lived alone pretty much all of his life after all, so this was pretty much a new experience. Part of him wasnâ€™t sure if he wanted to get use to it. As best he could he made sure to leave her some room, but then he would get a little uncomfortable and end up shifting again. He kept his shifting to a minimum as to not disturb Rose. She seemed so peaceful while she slept, heâ€™d hate to disturb that. Eventually he was able to find a good enough position where he was satisfied with the arrangement and drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>What she said seemed to haunt his dreams. As much as he didnâ€™t want to believe what she was saying, there was something that really seemed to stand out to him. There was a dark forest and a woman was running with a newborn infant in her arms, chased by what looked like a figure wearing robes. We all know how dreams are. The vision might not have been clear but he felt something very familiar about it, like he had forgotten something very important. Was he really not a rat? Every part of him doubted that was true, he has and always will be a rat, it was all he knew, so how dare some stranger come in here and tell him lies, he knew he was a rat! But stillâ€¦ why did that woman and that figureâ€¦ he almost felt like he did know them from somewhere.<br/><br/>Outside his dreams, he stirred in his sleep again. Montrell continued to stir in his sleep for the remainder of the night.<br/><br/>When morning came around, he didnâ€™t feel like he was up for an adventure. In fact he felt like he barely slept at all because of that damned dream. With a yawn, he stretched, half tempted to just curl up and try to get some more sleep, and he tried to find the energy to get out of bed. When he did, he was careful not to wake Rose. He then stepped outside. It was a chilly morning, not really ideal for crossing the swamp. They might need to wait until things were a little more warmed up, creatures that dwell during the night would still be out in the early morning, and it wasnâ€™t safe for travelling. He was sure that Rose wouldnâ€™t mind the wait seeing as she didnâ€™t have anywhere else to go. She should be lucky, if it wasnâ€™t for the fact he was terrified of some of the creatures he would have suggested they left now.<br/><br/>Heading back inside, Montrell decided to start on breakfast. A rat cooking something was probably strange, but he had to eat somehow. He didnâ€™t have a lot to cook, he really didnâ€™t cook much at all to be honest, but he did have a few things he could prepare. The least he could do was cook Rose something nice to eat. Hopefully she would appreciate whatever he made, though part of him had a feeling she would.