Auguste rode along quietly as they made their way through and out of the city. He had a lot of things on his mind. There were so many things that had happened over a seemingly short amount of time. Even if their bond had awoken their memories of everything that had happened over the past three years, it felt like not much time has passed at all. Auguste hated the Overlord for what he had put Tilda and he through. It wasn't right in any sense of the word. Simply killing them would have been a fare more humane punishment than what they had been forced to endure.<br/><br/>He blinked when he heard the weak voice behind him call for the horse to stop. He wasn't surprised by the weakness. He could feel her grasp around his waist getting fainter and fainter, so it was probably better that they stopped for the time being. They were both soaked to the bone and the wetness was starting to chill him greatly. He climbed off of the horse as well and  bent down in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her gently as she spoke,<br/><br/>"I'm not entirely sure what you did to them," he said, blinking as she suddenly blacked out. Great. What was he supposed to do now?" He saw a large tree with an uprooted section that raised up several feet off of the ground and seemed to form a small den. It was far from perfect, but he pulled Tilda over to it and climbed in beside her. Rain trickled in through above but it was far better than having the water practically gushing down on them.<br/><br/>Auguste rested his face in the crook of her neck and felt incredibly drained. Humans weren't meant to go through this sort of thing. The next thing he knew he had passed out as well with his arms around Tilda.