His eyes followed her hand as she used a bit of magic on his hair, rolling his eyes and laughing, "Perhaps I was aiming for a style?  And cake?  Everything on the island and you're fantasizing about cake?"  He kipped to his feet and dusted off his pants as best he could, finally just giving up.  "Sounds like a plan..."<br/><br/>The rest of the day when without much distraction.  While Saul and Petre weren't exactly thrilled about the two magicians running off to explore, they weren't exactly in a position to refuse them.  Both knew it was only a matter of time before they would need to make these overnight trips and if any team were to be assembled to do them, Tommy and Valla weren't the worst choices.  Tommy spent most of the day getting things together and retrieving one of the spare tents for their trip and gathering food.<br/><br/>He barely slept that night, his mind running through everything.  At least a full day with Valla, no one else seemed like a great thing and a horrid thing at the same time.  His chest felt like splitting open with the stress that he felt toward her, but it was brought upon himself.  For two months he'd watched her, competed and worked with her and he'd never admitted to her what he felt.  He quickly ran thruogh the reasons not to - they could both die any day, nothing was certain on this island.  She could reject him.  She could actually prefer women... that thought seemed silly, but he remembered laughing at some guys in the city when a lady rejected them, turning around and kissing her date.  He'd never let Smitty live that down.<br/><br/>But then there were the reasons to... he didn't want to list them.  He knew he should.  So he decided - tomorrow night, once camp was made, he'd talk with her and come clean.  It only seemed fair.  He finally just rolled on his side and forced himself to try to sleep, not realizing when he did, the last thing he remembered the next morning was looking at his hand, wishing Valla was there holding it again.