Glaran smiled crookedly at Elizabeth's words, but didn't say anything. As the princess settled on her blanket, he sat down on the opposite side of the fire, his back against the rock wall, watching her. He didn't know what had happened earlier, but something had. And whatever it was, he was somehow sure it would complicate things. He rested his head against the wall, cursing the day he had accepted this contract. Not that he had had a choice.<br/><br/>After a while, even though he hadn't planned to, sleep snuck up on the assassin. Sleeping, Glaran's face softened, seeming almost peaceful.