She was watching the bulk of black shadows, waiting for an answer from him. Her bottomlip was trembling and nothing of her headstrong personality was shining through at that very moment. Just the fear and realization that she was utterly and completely alone. His answer wasn't anything comforting either, and he was right as well. What could a purity nun do in the presence of a monster like him? Her eyes widened at the smallest of glimpses of his naked body. Feeling the cloak being thrown her way she feared the worst, perhaps he was about to take advantage of her, and she was already crawling to her feet to resist whatever plan he had in mind for her. Instead she watched him slip out into the night, the fairest of lights glimmering on the sheen of sweat beading on his opalescent skin, yellowy white in the moonlight. He went out in search of food, and her own growling stomach told her to do the same. She was used to roaming the forest, knew it's dangers and the creatures that hid in every corner. Besides, she had a basket filled with herbs and shrooms, berries and other edible roots standing on top of the hill.<br/><br/>Not wasting any more time on wallowing in her own selfpity, and being confused about her feelings of her saviour. Whether to loathe or be grateful to him. She looked up to the shimmering stars, wrapping herself in the crimson cloak the Ramen had given her to keep herself warm. A smile spread over her face, the thought of an ancient fairy tale springing to mind. Yes she would be like little red riding hood, and even though the wolf was around to eat her alive, if she used her wits she might be able to survive this dreadful night. Folding her hands together for a prayer to her god, she asked him to watch over her, before stepping out the cave completely and climbing her way to the hill.<br/><br/>It had taken some time, but as she returned to the cave with her tools and basket, still unharmed and left the way she had dropped it to ground hours before. Eponine started to think of ways to cook up some meal for herself without using the fire she dreaded so much. Still afraid it would draw too much attention, she wandered around until she found a small stream nearby, collecting water in the folds of the cloak, and carefully bringing it to the cave to pour it inside of the small bowls she had been carrying in her bag. If she could boil the water with her magic, and warm stones inside of it for a while, they would give enough warmth throughout the night without smoking too much. And at the same time she would be able to cook up a nice vegetable stew as well.<br/><br/>Still busy with her tasks, she was forgetting all about her troubles, humming a soft and pleasant tone. Her voice was pure and pleasant when the humming transferred to a eerily singing. The old words she was using needed to be spoken during the time of warming the stones up inside of the cave, already giving up a pleasant warmth as she sang them quietly, forgetting all about the world around her. It was not long before she had fixed a hot pile of warmth in the cave, ontop of it a much flatter, blistering hot stone from which she was cooking another fresh bowl of water on. The scent of fresh herbs and mushrooms was filling the cave gradually, making Eponine's stomach rumble of the hunger she had been getting of using so much magic, and running about in the past hours. She would not even have been able to notice the Ramen return, tucked away in his big cloak that smelled rather pleasantly of male musk and strange scents she had never noticed before.<br/><br/>After all, she had never been in the presence of a male, for longer then a few minutes, not even her father would pay a visit to the monastery for longer then an hour. As was the custom to the solitary life of nuns.<i>Her father</i>, she had not even thought about her family still being alive. They probably would not have been able to survive the fires, and despite the fact she had not seen them as much as a normal child would have, she still missed them dearly. the pain of having lost everything she knew, seemed to slip back into her mind at the most unsuspecting moments, just as she thought she was doing a little better. Feeling yet another tear find its way down her cheeks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>