He nodded, admitting that it was his rule.  He should have known better, but he needed to know... so he did the stupid thing.  But should he tell her?  How did he tell her without showing her?  And he wasn't going to show her so close to camp... "It wasn't that simple... but you're right..." he admitted, taking a breath with her.  As she mentioned Bastion, he smiled and nodded.  He didn't have much to say and he didn't really want to move, but when she kissed his forehead, he paused, a gentle smile on his face.  "I'm glad too," he echoed softly, a bit of humor in it, but it seemed masked like most of his personal utterances - was he glad he was alive or was he glad that she was glad?<br/><br/>Saul was already up and dressed by dawn, now he was sitting and rereading the same books, probably for the tenth time by the fire.  The once fine white robes of his master were now dirty and thread-worn, but they still looked as regal as they did on his master.  Saul had taken up his role and seemed genuinely glad when they wound a trunk of his masters things.  His holy symbol was placed at the heart of the shrine, Saul's small silver one hanging around his neck, a constant reminder.  His head turned when he heard Valla's footsteps, closing the book and rising to greet her.  "Good morning to you.  From that smile on your face I assume Tommy is awake?" he teased, taking her hands in his lightly, a small comfort.  "I am ready to finish his healing.  Julian delivered some meat for us this morning for breakfast - he feels terribly about what happened to Tommy.  Perhaps this will be good in the end."  Saul seemed to be avoiding the dangers that Tommy seemed to have uncovered, rather focusing on the positive outcomes that might be achieved.