"Nnng..." Came the reply as Darius was shaken. Whereas Gwen felt exhausted, Darius felt... he felt<em>sick</em>. Pulling himself up onto his hands and then onto unsteady feet, Darius neglected to help Gwen up and out as he scrambled for the nearby ledge to rid himself of his stomach contents rather violently. Cleo seemed to think it was hilarious.<em>Cunt.</em>Did he feel differently aside from his stomach issues? Absolutely. Everything seemed to have a buzzing about it as the previous attunement he'd had to everything around him was amplified. Gwen seemed to benefit from her control, but Darius lacked that discipline.<br/><br/>Edges seemed to be sharper, and colors brighter as the sun slowly began to sink beyond the mountain. Darius judged they should have been able to make it home just as darkness set. Spitting to clear what he could from his mouth, Darius grabbed a water skin that was sitting by the fire and proceeded to vigorously clean his mouth out what what was apparently wine. Stomach properly emptied, he felt quite a bit better than he had when he'd first woke up. Rubbing his temples, he made his way back to the tent and stuck his head inside.<br/><br/>While his skin was sill ashen, Darius' gait was steady once again. "She can have her damnable hut. I want to finish our errands and find my own bed. Our bed."<br/><br/>Where Gwen's eyes were copper streaked with gold, Darius' were exactly the opposite. It was an eerie sight, but not something that he found distasteful or the like. Just something to get used to. The closer he got to Gwen, the more he felt. Or seemingly, felt<em>her</em>. Emotions that were not his own washed over him, along with a few primal urges that were not too terribly unfamiliar. Darius had no doubt that the bond between them went both ways. The feeling of desire she felt only seemed to reverberate through him and back again.<br/>