Aristophillia watched as Zepher moved to the floor and started laying out weapoms before him. Some of the weapons she recognized, but others she didn't. Aristophillia had been so confident about the journey before, but now she was beginning to doubt. She began to  play with a long strand of hair while looking down at her bed. "Do you think you'll survive?" Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper.<br/><br/>As Aristophillia waited for an answer, she hugged herself tightly. The way he spoke about the outside...it made her so uncomfortable. Maybe it was because it was something she had never experienced before. Something new. Ari just didn't know what to think.<br/><br/>"I..." She looked to the balcony doors, something was clearly on her mind, but Ari just didn't know if she could articulate her thoughts well enough to express herseld. "I think I should go to bed. We've start a rather long pilgrimage tomorrow. We both should be well rested."