Janelle slightly looked up at his apology. She pulled the hood of her coat over her head. Her long hair fell over the left side of her shoulder, almost the length of her calf long coat. The wind was blowing and a chill coursed through her body. As they made it to the gate, everything after went by in a blur.<br/>Janelle felt Arcaeus' arms enclose around her waist; She looked up at him slightly alarmed, a small voice came out of her lips, a fit of protest, until she heard his request. She continued on, the constant thought of his hand on her body. She quietly enjoyed the touch as they walked. He let her waist go but grabbed her hand quickly after, another conscience thought, tingles coursing through her.<span style="font-style: italic">what is going on with me.</span>She noticed he was correct about the townspeople; a few people had stopped their activities to take glares at her. She miserably looked down as quickly hurried along, bumping into people as they went. It wasn't a pleasant feeling having to hide her face and it was taking a toll on her mood. She didn't catch many glances at the city they had entered, but she hoped she would get the chance to look around later, though Arcaeus didn't seem eager to be around anyone, at any given time. They made it inside a building she didn't catch the name of. She saw drunken people fighting, Arcaeus' snarled. She was still looking back at the men when they stopped and she saw Arcaeus slip a man, behind a counter, money, for a couple of nights she heard. They made it up the stairs, into a room and he shut the door before he let her go.<span style="font-style: italic">My hand feels empty</span>she thought. She looked up at him, a look of 'I don't know where to begin' plain on her face. She turned around to observe the room.  "There's only one bed" was the first thing she muttered with a smaller flirtatious tone.