Maric stirred in his sleep, the absence of the warm perfumed body disturbing his peaceful rest.<br/>"Nimue?" He mumbled drowsily, his arms wandering blindly in search for her.<br/>Finally realizing her absence, Maric slowly opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. The fire seemed to have been relit, and the water bucket was gone. She probably got up before him and got that done.<br/>After stretching his limbs, Maric stood up and gave his horse a pat on it's side.<br/>"Thank you for the warmth old friend." He said before moving on to look through his pack for some provisions.<br/>Maybe he would be able to work something up for breakfast before Nimue returned. It would be a lovely surprise for her. Luckily, he still had some pork left in his back that hadn't gone bad yet, thanks to some salt and spices. Digging out a pan, he slowly fried it over the fire, adding some dried herbs and vegetables to the mix for flavor. Hopefully she'd like it. Those that adventured with him enjoyed it at least, though that may just have been because they were used to regular rations.