Shenyo smiled and shrugged. "I was just following you. You seemed to know where we were going." He spoke as he watched the tree carefully. It seemed warm and inviting, but he was always suspicious of such things. Even still, he couldn't feel anything negative about the place they were in. It was so far above everything else that it didn't seem to know what was wrong with the world below. Pulling Lydia close he curled up into the nook of a few branches, keeping his tail attached in case she slipped. Letting out a deep breath he shut his eyes, simply enjoying the warmth from the sun and her body combined.<br/><br/>The day would pass slowly with idle conversation. They both tried their best to keep their thoughts off of what was going on. Snuggling close, slow, soft kisses, and other affection they were otherwise too pressed to do, all came out here. All the while he kept trying to force his mind to stop, but it continuously drifted.<br/><br/>This escape would be their only time to rest, unless of course they decided to simply keep running. How far would they be chased, after all? Surely there were still others keeping their attention, here and there. Did they know who Lydia was? Did they know more about Shenyo than he expected them to? Their blood, together, was something special. Lydia gained great power from their union, feeling that she could do incredible things without tiring. Shenyo loved the way she looked and felt during these times.<br/><br/>However he wasn't so sure anything was happening to him. There was an energy flow, certainly, but it felt as if it was washing over him rather then entering into him. Perhaps she would need to do something more for it to have any affect? It may have been that his magical nature was simply to resist magic, not to be able to use or craft something with it himself.<br/><br/>As night fell they slipped into the hollow of the tree. This tree must have been used by someone else, a long time ago. There were bits of paper here and there in a language he didn't recognize, and the wood was smoothed down by human hands. Nature, the pure essence of it, had aided this person or persons.<br/><br/>"Perhaps it was a sort of lookout post? Or used for some ceremony?" Shenyo ventured, slipping down into what was clearly once a bed nook. There was no actual furniture, just various angles and spots to move and sit and lay. Fortunately Lydia was rather small, otherwise it would have been a bit cramped for two people.