Meren finally gave into the girl, allowing the girl to touch his chilled shoulder. He wiped the blood than ran down his cheeks like tears. It wouldn't continue bleeding like a cut; the bloodshed was finished on his part.<br/><br/>While they walked to the well, they passed a small tailor's stand from which Meren snatched a cloak of the stand as if he was a trained thief. He didn't even stop moving. He was walking weaker than before, this time he was being led by the girl instead of doing the leading. Although it wasn't a realistic notion, Meren had thought that he was going to die before leaving the city and escaping danger. Oddly enough, Meren had not regretted using such amazing power because he had done it for a cause, to protect someone. He had helped this stranger get out, and that was good enough for him even though he was introvert if anything else.<br/><br/>The remaining distance must have been clear, he assumed. There was no general in history that would have sent out a group of ten men to one sector of a city. The world around him was fuzzy, and he was very fatigued. He hadn't been this tired in ages, on account of having a comfortable home and a touch and-go-work schedule in the now flaming town. As he struggled to stay awake he figured it best to make small talk, as there was not a chance that the small girl would be able to carry him.<br/><br/>"I ought to learn how to use this damn sword. I spent so much on it..."