By the time Isabella had awoken, Aluren was at the edge of the raised ruins, hand resting on a crumbling pillar as he peered toward the East. His eyes were narrow, unblinking as they attempted to cut through the thick, ominous fog.<br/><br/>He had remained motionless, his body stiff as if preparing for something, anything to come charging out of the darkness and toward them. It wasn’t until the soft noises of the dragoness awakening did he finally take a breath, nostrils flaring from the sharp inhale. Turning toward the woman, his arms crossed over his chest, watching her as she took further comfort upon her place of rest as she slowly awoke. “You didn’t hear her then?” He called out to her from across the ruins, though quietly enough not to arouse the suspicions of who knows what around them.<br/><br/>Isabella’s sword would still be by her side, though pushed just enough to the side so she didn’t roll onto it in her sleep.  The faint clatter of chains against metal softly reverberated against the ancient stone as he slowly approached, his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His voice lowered as he approached, stopping a few meters before the girl, his features somewhat shadowed due to the dim, morning light. “We must go soon.. There is nothing for us to eat here, but I am sure we will find something in our travels, mushrooms perhaps.”<br/><br/>Remaining in his position,  he tilted his head as he watched the half-awake girl, feeling no shame as he admired her beauty with an involuntary smirk.