Aluren kept his silence, his features now lacking much emotion as the girl spoke up about missing her shift, her being upset seemingly not affecting him. He’d await until she was finished taking in her surroundings before he finally spoke matter-of-factly .  “I am asleep, Isabella.”<br/><br/>The ruins held a  rather tranquil beauty to them, perhaps giving the image that this was once a place of rest and refuge to travelers. There was no roof, though the walls were high enough to break the wind. Standing in the middle would be a large statue of a goddess, of which today was likely forgotten as it lays severed in half, the face smashed leaving only the veil and the long, flowing curls beneath.  Nature had claimed this place, moss and vines binding pillars and scaling the walls which only seemed to add to the sense of peace.<br/>The knight would turn away from the woman, once more peering out toward the tree line, his jaw tightening  with a growing anxiety. “I enjoy the taste of meadows… I’d always have them with lamb and carrots.” His brow furrowed as he began to walk toward the entrance once more, the hold on his blade tightening the closer he became to the threshold. “They grow not far from here.” He’d nod before stepping off of the edge of the ruins, waiting for the girl to follow him.<br/><br/>Whether he had purposely ignored her question of the voice or not wouldn’t be clear, though half turning to look over his shoulder, he’d calmly reply. “Company only draws trouble in the end… but it has its uses  I suppose.”