They rode through the sun's hot rays for the remainder of the day, heading steadily away from the 'slaughter town' they had fled from, leaving it farther and farther behind them. Donovan took frequent glances behind them, looking for any sign of pursuers. Either there weren't any, or they were hiding very, very well. Donovan figured with all the chaos, maybe they wouldn't pursue at all – or perhaps they had pursued a certain distance and gave up. Or perhaps their pursuers had simply went in the wrong direction. Whatever the case might be, Donovan was simply glad for the respite as they trudged steadily along.<br/><br/>As the day wore on, Dark Methuseld looked more and more uncomfortable in the sun. At one point he pulled his cloak from his backpack and offered it to her, to help cover her nearly-naked body somewhat. He wanted to believe that his offer was genuinely generous – but deep down, he knew it would give him an excuse to be close to her for a few moments, where he could -look- at her for a few moments.<br/><br/>The fox at the front of his saddle somehow found a comfortable way to lay down and rest. Aza didn't seem much pout out by the heat and sun, either. They rode for quite some time in silence, each within their own thoughts. Soon enough, the sun began to dip toward the horizon, and the shadows began to grow long. They decided to find a spot off the 'path' they were following, a place they could rest for the night, and then coming to a stop they each dismounted and stretched.<br/><br/>Dark Methuseld spoke to her horse about not being 'that fat', while the fox went and marked its 'territory'. Aza found a patch with more shadows than the rest, and stretched, apparently ready to lay down. Then, Dark Methuseld removed the saddlebag from her horse and approached the center of their makeshift camp and dropped them to the ground, announcing that dinner was 'ready'.<br/><br/>Donovan didn't move at first, more than content to let Aza and Dark Methuseld eat first. As he waited his turn, Aza asked how much farther they had to go until they reached another city. Donovan sighed gently before answering. “A couple days, I think... it has been a long time since I've looked at a map of this area. No more than three days, if I remember right. And there was a speck of a village or two between here and there,” he said, trying to make it sound not -so- terrible.<br/><br/>“I'll take first watch,” Donovan said, ready to let the ladies rest for awhile first before he did. He still felt pretty wired, from the escape and the ride afterward – he doubted he could sleep right then, even if one of the others had insisted on taking first watch, regardless.<br/><br/>“Are you doing alright?” he asked, turning his gaze toward Dark Methuseld, his tone gentle. “I have some healing powers... if you've been burnt, I can make it go away,” he offered. When the two women were done rummaging through the food pack (if they chose to), Donovan would retrieve something for himself, as well.