Warren moving was enough to wake Kai out of her half sleep. The blankets were pulled up over her face once more, only the top of her head visible beneath them. Staying silent, she listened to him grab wood from the pile, adding the logs to the dying fire. The crackling and popping of the wood as the new flames engulfed them came to her ears. Good. It was starting to get a little chilly.<br/><br/>The soft sounds of his bare feet against the wooden floors moved away from her, stopping not that far and only to be replaced by the metal rings holding the curtains moving across the rod. If her head hadn't been covered, she would have been blinded by the light, as dull as it was because of the storm. Then it was quiet, so quiet all she could hear was the sound of the fire for a few moments. If he hadn't spoken, she would have thought he had left the room.<br/><br/>His words played in her head over and over. A mate. Hunted man. No one would put up with him. Mate was what stuck in her head, replaying over and over like a broken record. Without opening her mouth, she spoke to him. You're still young, even for our kind. And you're never too old for a mate. You'd be surprised at what the right person would put up with. Hell, I followed you out here without question; not many anyway. How many girls you know would do that?