Janelle walked through the forest, noticing the eerie silence full around her. The area felt wrong, deserted.<span style="font-style: italic">This could just be a place that has a lot of bad stories about it and humans tend to avoid</span>She figured. She continued walking for a few minutes before deciding to jump into a tree, hoping she would see life if the animals she would soon be hunting didn't know she was on the ground. She pulled herself up with minimal effort, though she did it lazily, continuing to feel odd; the forest was taking an toll her mood. She decided against hunting deer, knowing the meat would only go to waste. She saw a fox nearby and agreed to herself she would find a few more. She killed three in all, holding them by their tails as she walked back to their campsite. The air was cool, almost chilling against her skin. She only heard a small amount of nightlife, a considerable difference from the forest where Arcaeus' cabin used to be. She pushed away her thoughts as she approached the campfire. With no word she set the foxes down next to the fire and Arcaeus, letting him begin the works to cook them. She began building up the tents, not actually knowing how to do it, though figuring it out quickly. As they worked she started a conversation, "So what exactly is the story with this forest? Do you know?" He turned around and looked at her, "Well as far as I know, this is an unremarkable forest. Why do you ask?" "I don't know. I'm just getting an off vibe here." She said, as she<br/>looked up at him and shrugged her shoulders.<br/>Janelle finished the tents and she went to help him with the rest of the dinner and not too long after they ate. Once their bellies were full, Arcaeus suggested they retire to the tent, whether they went to sleep or not, he had said. He went to put out the fire for the night, but was stopped by Janelle; it looked as if she sucked up the fire into her hands, though to her it was just taking a hold on the fire. She pushed her hands together and the fire went out. "It's less work this way." She said. Arcaeus had a look of surprise as she did it, though he followed up his reaction with a normal look, "That was unexpected." He said. They went inside the tent as and they sat down, she asked him to take off his shirt and lay down to began to heal him; though just a small amount. As she healed him, Arcaeus gritted his teeth, muttering "that hurts" under his breath. His body tensed against her touch, and she apologized for the pain, saying that it was because she was not a master at it. As she worked he asked questions, wincing in pain as he spoke, "Do all dragons have healing magic? How do you usually use it? Can you cure any wound? I guess I'm just wondering how it all works." She continued working as she answered, "Well, at the moment I can't cure everything. I can speed your own body's healing by using some of my own energy. The better you are at the skill, the faster it is. Not all dragons have it no. It's just something that happens on accident one day, and then you know you have that skill. Every dragon is different. But once you know, you can hone it..with practice of course. I've learned the basics, though healing oneself is much harder." As she finished he took in a few breaths calming himself. She laid down close to him and they fell asleep quickly. She dreamt of her dragon family; flying with them, taking training with her fellow 'classmates.' It made her ache inside for them. When she awoke, her head was resting on the lower part of his chest, her arm draped across his stomach, her body at a diagonal, him on his back.  He was still sleeping, and she was surprised to see that she was the first to be awake. She left the inside of the tent, stretching and feeling the cool fresh air. She waited for Arcaeus to wake up, not sure what would be appropriate to eat.