- absent-mindedly. "Hail Sithis..." She murmurs, turning away to busy with the fire and settling back down upon her bed roll. "Without me here you would have died the first night you left Winterhold, I know that." Now she lunges forward, -
She makes a noise as if to say /exactly/ what she thought of his magic, settling down near the campfire and soon falling asleep against the lumpy pack. It wasn't the same as the inn—nothing would be like that to be fair—but when one was exhausted, it didn't take long for -
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everything to shut down for a nap. And with his wards in place and no way anyone could get to them apart from the front entrance, she was willing to risk the two of them resting at the same time. The sound of the fire licking at the logs was the backdrop to her dream, being -
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plunged head-first into the first nightmare that she'd had in a while; her ex, her first kill. It happened every so often, you'd think she would have been used to it by now. But no, sadly she wasn't.
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After a few practice runs, learning his offensive techniques, he’d get ready for a nap of his own before he’d see her struggle in her sleep. Something had been troubling her dreams. It saddened him to see her this way, but there wasn’t much he could do. He didn’t want to wake-
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Her, for she needed the sleep. He’d proceed to lay next to her, wrapping an arm around her in a warm embrace as he thought it might comfort her in a way. He knew this was dangerous, but it was the only thing he could think of. Eventually he’d follow suit in sleeping, knowing-
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That they’d be alerted to anyone trying to disturb them in their sleep.
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The weight of arms around her momentarily startled her out of the awful nightmare that she had been thrust into. Staring ahead into the flames that were consuming the logs that lay within the pit. She looks down to see Solomon's hand gently resting against her flat stomach and -
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she proceeds to rest her own hand against his, grateful that he was being tender. It takes a moment for her heart to stop racing, listening to the sound of the rain lashing down outside, making her even more thankful that they'd found cover for that evening. Katarah leans -
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back into his hold, finding solace in his embrace and finding sleep once more. ~*~ Morning arrives with a brutal chill. The fire had died out hours beforehand and though they had been left undisturbed, they were open to the elements that meant that her breath was coming out -
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