With a nod, the orc closed his eyes. "That makes sense." His hands closed around the cot beneath him, tightly holding to it as if it was life itself. "She made it out. And you aren't running back there for Tannow's approval. Both of you should be proud." Kagan sleepily added "I'm proud of you." Then he was sleeping, and would not wake until the next morning.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Early, before there was dawn, sounds inspired the orc to rise, which he did as silently as possible. He heard footsteps, scratching. Peering through the dark, Kagan could see the door. The handle was slowly being raised. Someone was coming, and he distinctly sensed that they weren't friendly. Clapping a hand to the elf's mouth momentarily to keep her from crying out as she woke, he whispered "someone is coming. They're trying to be quiet, they know we're here."