Ravus continued on in silence with the little ball of light. It had grown dark, and he was surprisingly grateful for the light she gave off. Out of habit, he went to rest his forearm on Moonslight, but when his arm dropped her remembered all of his weaponry was confiscated. Ravus sighed and went to reach into his little pouch to start making something, but he only had some small scraps, not enough to make anything of use or beauty.<br/><br/>"We have been walking forever, are we going to get there or did you decide to take the scenic route?" Ravus groaned a bit, "nevermind, don't answer." His body was weak, he hadn't eaten since the day of their capture, and he burnt all of that energy on that last big force push. He was running on nothing, Ravus dropped to a knee and took in a deep breath before rising again. He was so starved he could barely stand, but the beaten body was no match for the wanting soul.<br/><br/>Ravus began to lean on trees as they ventured onwards, using them to support himself up.<br/><br/>Sleep played at his lids, but he tried to brush it off. "Just need to get to the castle, gets some food, and 'll be right as rain." His stomach growled and he rubbed it a little. Without all of his armor on, Ravus was still easily spotted as a blacksmith, but his body seemed a tiny bit leaner than the buff, calloused men that the hearth fires spat out. Right now, he seemed much more fragile than he ever was.