Swiping her hand over his much larger wound she could feel him trembling in her grasp; language block or not it took no effort for her to see his pain, more so when she finally freed him only for him to stare back with a question she didn't understand more less could answer... But the look about him easily startled her as he trembled so harshly he could bearly bring water to his lips. She looked to say something but only slightly pushed back with her feet, allowing him to lay out to rest.<br/><br/>Hours would pass before the sounds of the world would return to him, the sounds of cracking thunders as a possible storm was brushing in. For a moment it would almost feel as if this where all a haunting dream, but soon gazing up to spot the girl in the dim lighting would bring himself back to the reality of what had just happened...<br/><br/>She herself seemed to keep herself fairly occupied as he slept, her shirt tucked over him to keep him somewhat warm. Various short towers of rocks around the fireplace a scribbles in the dirt showed how she spent her time, but she herself seemed to eventually draw herself into her own sleep. She was easily spotted pressed against one of the walls of dirt, her knees brought up to her chest as she was sleeping soundly, her hair coiled around her, however in one solid braid; looking more like a thick silk rope based on how long and tightly it was woven.<br/><br/>Peeking outside it was clear that it had not started to rain yet, but the trails of footprints easily showed that the monks actually crossed the tree, and possibly more then once looking for them.... But yet in all of this the forest seemed to be full of life and sound, nothing shaking it's harmony, so it seemed more likely he had passed some hours ago...