As she heard him chuckle, she raised a brow at him. He nearly seemed drunk with the way he spoke and acted, and she wasn't exactly certain how to take it. His words fell against her ears, causing her to give him a look somewhere between a smile and a smirk. “Perhaps, but we may never know for sure.” She said as he mentioned her caring about him. It was quite obvious the more time they spent together that he couldn't care less for her or what happened to her, so what would it matter if she did. It wouldn't make too much of a difference that she could see. At least, that's what she believed; though his next actions brought her confusion even for that thought. What was he doing? He had leaned closer to her and suddenly his lips were on her cheek. She froze in her place. The thought crossed her mind to slap him as his tongue followed suit, sliding along the flesh of her cheek. She didn't, though. She seemed, legitimately, unable to move. Why, though? Surely that shy nature, so unused to physical contact of this sort wasn't something that had transferred from the real world to the game? Or was it honestly that her character held that deep of an attraction for his, even with the way they seemed to always be at odds. She didn't like the confusion of it. The momentary spell seemed to break as he spoke again and moved to pet the crow. Her own hand moved to the cheek he had kissed and she shook her head, slowly. It almost seemed as if she were trying to collect her thoughts. Her eyes shifted to scan the area as her hand moved from her cheek to rub the back of her neck. He had definitely thrown her for a loop and she was having a little trouble reorienting herself. Letting her gaze search for the pink-haired one, she gave a small sigh. Just an intake of breath. The other female appeared to have disappeared. This meant she was once again alone with Camus, and now she had this weird feeling to face, too. She watched him as he moved around the crow. He seemed to be checking its injuries and she chose to remain silent. She wasn't certain what she would even have said anyway. She watched as the crow's eyes cracked open to look at him. It was clear the thing was still disoriented. If that weren't the case she was certain it would still be trying to kill them. He had found a wound on the animal. It seemed to be a fairly decent gash, too. She raised a brow as he spoke to the bird. “Moonwing?” So he had named the thing? What was it about him that made him seem to care so much about the animals around here. The creature had obviously been out to kill them. Why was he so worried about its survival? Watching him with the bird was almost endearing, though. It showed a softer side of him that she would have never expected even existed, much less that he would have shown. Her fingers moved back to her own cheek and she bit against her bottom lip, some. Okay, so maybe it wasn't just the way he was with the crow. She was growing quite confused and she really didn't care for it. He hadn't said another word to her, either. It didn't help her confusion in the slightest, but at the same time, he seemed quite engrossed in what he was doing as well. And what exactly was he doing? What did he have planning out in that seemingly twisted mind of his? She wasn't certain that she wanted to know. Breaking from her thoughts, she gave a wide-eyed glance as she realized he was walking away. What in the hell was he up to? Where was he going? His steps already had him heading back the way they had come. “Hey, Camus..” Her voice was low as she stepped to follow him. She didn't know why, really. She probably shouldn't care and she needed to get her head back in the game, so to speak. The way her mind was running was definitely out of character. Shaking her head once more, she pushed against her legs, forcing herself to move a little faster so that her gait brought her to his side. "H-hey, where are you going?” She managed, as she glanced back towards the bird. The thing still hadn't moved. That at least was a plus. With it being injured, it would probably be even harder to deal with. She said nothing else as she stepped alongside him. He could tell her to go if he wanted. He probably would. In truth, no matter what confusion she was feeling, Camus was who he was, and no matter what he might have done, she didn't expect his treatment of her to really change.
What if this world didn't have plantain in it? What if he couldn't find anything to set the wound and make sure that it didn't get infected? What if something got to the crow before he could come back for Moonwing? 'Moonwing? Why the fuck would you name a bird that? What are you now? Don't tell me you became Doctor Dolittle.' The little demon was trying to get him to crack and he would be damn if he gave into the damn thing. Of course now Lorelei was following him, just great. Why was she following him anyways? 'Just go push her up against a tree, she will be so shocked that she won't know what else to do. She is a girl after all, they like that type of shit.' He growled at the demon in his head, however it seemed like he was growling at Lorelei instead. She had come to walk along side him. Though his crimson eyes seemed torn, not even focused at all. "Get out of my head" it was a mutter, but that was all it would take. She would have heard his display and she would probably think the worse of him. Oh wait, she already thought the worse of him. 'Exactly! She hates yours guts, that is right. Cause every girl gives the guy she hates the treatment she gives you, Cammy.' This was another growl as he fought the inner demon. "Shut the fuck up! That isn't my name." He seemed psychotic already, he was doing a good job enough with the way he had landed after bringing Moonwing down with him. He took in a few shaky breaths, his crimson eyes coming back into focus. He had stopped his walking by the time he had begun his shouting. It looked as thought he was shouting at Lorelei when he was really just having a battle with the inner demon. It seemed like he was stronger here, he hated it. He hated it more than anything. His crimson eyes finally looked upon Lorelei and then looked away just as quickly. His head had retained what had been said when the little demon had gone to trying to provoke him. "I'm going to go try to find an herb if you must know. If you want to be useful, surely you would know a thing or two about herbs. Girls are supposed to know about things like that, right. I bet you know things like sewing and cooking too. No no, you are a bit too unfeminine for those things. I couldn't see you in the kitchen at all." He quickly started walking again, he needed to go and focus on getting the things he needed. "You see Moonwing has a decently sized gash on him and if it doesn't get treated it will become infected and he will die. Birds of prey aren't that bad, they can be useful if trained and cared for." Of course he still had no clue how to use his beast taming to truly tame a beast, he was only brushing the surface with it. 'Doctor Dolittle come and save all these animals of the world. Too bad Cammy, you can't save them all. Some will have to die. Fred and Remus and Tonks and Sirius Black. Oh and don't forget Snape. Snape, Severus Snape.' He crinkled his nose at that. "Shut up." The little demon continued on 'oh you don't like that. Hmm what about Yoda and Obi Wan and Han Solo. Well what if you don't like that. I guess you would really love Bobby and Crow...' with this he would punch the nearest tree. "Shut the fuck up! I don't need this!" He didn't care that he could see the blood that was beginning to bubble , in fact he started laughing. He didn't have time for this, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't stop himself from laughing at the pain that had went through his hand. It seemed like one of the girls had run off and the other was trailing after him. No if he let the little demon win, then it was a mental game over. The game here in Terra might continue, but mentally he would be someone else. The little demon would be the one who took over. He couldn't let that happen. Why had he wanted to be someone so cruel. He wanted to be someone powerful, he knew it was a bad idea to try to be the Devil. Why had he wanted power so much ? Why had he not noticed the little demon during the character creation. He let his head tilt back and he let out a cackle of laughter that turned into a slight scream. He seemed like he had fully lost all his marbles now. No he needed to be strong. He had to try. He swallowed and he stood up straight and he continued forward. He started to hum, humming kept him going at least it did here. "Plantain , do you even exist here. Loco, come and help me." Despite his little display, he was trying to go about thing as if things never happened. They had reached the field by this time. "I mean Lollie, no that isn't your name either. Whoever, come on help me."
"Get out of my head" It was a mutter, barely above a whisper of sound, but with her closeness to him, she heard it. The way he growled along with his words caused her to skip a step in her gait and she fell behind him once more. It was a momentary lapse, and confusion showed on her face with the raising of a single brow and the way she wrinkled her nose. Was he talking to her? Surely not, she definitely wasn't some sort of psychic, nor had she been trying to manipulate her way into his thoughts. “Maybe he's just crazy. The two of you would make a glorious pair for sure if that were the case.” The look on her face had changed to something almost angry at the sound of the voice in her head once more. She was getting sick of it. It seemed to be one thing she couldn't shake between her 'real self' and the game. "Shut the fuck up! That isn't my name." Confusion riddled her features once more as her steps brought her back to his side and he made his outburst. No, something was definitely going on with him, and she didn't believe, for a moment, that it actually had anything to do with her. She didn't ask, though. She wasn't going to press him; and he was speaking again, anyway. His words were more clearly meant for her at this point, though his tone was definitely unpleasant. The way he described his opinion of her was enough to actually make her feel slightly offended. What self-respecting woman wouldn't in this case. Though, at the same time, this was his reference to Lorelei; to this character, and as such was probably true. She didn't exactly have any sort of feminine vocation and her only mastery that might be able to be considered such was her acrobatics. She couldn't exactly argue with his logic at this point. “Look, Camus...” She started to speak, intent on actually explaining that he didn't know what she was capable of, but she didn't get a chance to even try to finish. He had crinkled up his nose and telling her to shut up. Or so she thought, at first, that was before he turned to punch the tree beside him. She took a step back as he screamed "Shut the fuck up! I don't need this!” His hand was bleeding. She smelled the blood before she actually saw it, but he was actually laughing. Standing there watching him was like something out of a film. The main character has some bad happening in their life and slowly loses control of themselves and their senses. It was spectacular, in a manner. She couldn't deny that fact, even to herself. Part of her wanted to know just what had set him off so that maybe she could feed it. Maybe she could push just the right button to see just how far he'd go before he actually, fully, snapped. “Is that what you want to see? You want to see him lose it completely; maybe go off the deep end fully? You want to see him kill you, maybe himself?” She shook the thoughts and the voice away as she watched him. The way he seemed to be fighting with himself and what she could, at this point, only assume was in his own head. “Ding! Ding! Ding! Tell the girl what she's won, Johnny!” The old game show reference seemed cheesy to her and she bit the inside of her cheek, as she mentally told it to shut up. This was something she could relate to. It was something she dealt with herself, though in the real world, for her, it was much more potent. She wondered if it was the same for him. His laughter rang through the trees around them and she took a few steps closer to him. Her hand reached out to touch his shoulder. She knew it probably wasn't the best of ideas, but to see him in such a state was slightly unnerving. Sure, so far the guy was a total ass most of the time, but that didn't mean he deserved the level of suffering he seemed to be going through right at the moment. It wasn't exactly something she'd wish on anyone, to be honest. As she reached for his shoulder, he moved again, the motion actually bringing him closer as he straightened his stance. Her fingers brushed his shoulder just as he began to walk away. Shaking her head, she opened her palm menu. She wasn't even going to try. It was no telling if he might actually snap on her. Moving to follow him, she wrinkled up her nose as he spoke again, seeming to have forgotten her name. “L-Lollie's fine, actually..” She said as she scrolled through a section of the menu she could see in her hand, uncertain of just what to think of the current situation. “It looks like what we need to be finding is called Plantaginaceae here. It should grow wild in the fields. Same thing, just under the Latin name.” She said as she closed the palm menu and looked out over the field they had reached. “C'mon. Let's get this over with so we can go help your bird.”
He was trying to take deep breaths to steady himself again. He couldn't afford to fall under the little demon again. Once had been bad enough. Though he was waiting and planning, he knew that was what the little demon was planning. No, he needed to focus on the issue at hand. He needed to get back to Moonwing-- that was what he had called the bird, right. He needed to get back to him and heal his wound so he wasn't as weak. The thing had tried to kill them, sure but it had all been for a good reason. Birds of prey always had a reason. Okay, so maybe it had just simply thought they were tasty food. He had a feeling that Caelynn had truly been the reason for why the bird had found them in the first place. Right, the pinkette had gone missing. Maybe, she had gotten eaten. Shame, he didn't get to hear her screams. The other one was playing caution though. She was actually helping him despite everything. He would never understand woman at all. Though right now he didn't need to think of such things, he needed to think of finding the needed herb to save his bird. Yes, his bird. He listened to what Lorelei had to say, she gave the name for it. Of course, so this game used the Latin system rather then the English one for naming. How could he have been so stupid? Right, because of the little demon in his head. So according to her it seemed to actually grow wild in these fields. So that was a good thing. She even seem to call the bird, his bird. That was right, it was his bird. He would train the thing to come to him when he needed it. Would that be considered taming the beast? It wasn't like he felt any different or anything. He didn't see some metal that had appeared saying he had tamed his first beast. It wasn't like Ark Survival . He was sort of glad for that, he liked Terra for the system that it had. He liked the realness of it, the details of things. She had even said that Lollie was fine. It was a bad thing that she had gotten to see his little breakdown, he hated it actually. Though there was nothing he could do about it at all. He could only keep moving forward until the next adventure presented itself. Though he did needed her, that was since she was willing to help, to help him get as much of the plantain as he could get. Moonwing was a bigger crow than one would find in the real world. Therefore more would be needed to heal its wounds. He was aware that it was gonna take time. He started to scan the fields around them for the plant he was looking for. Soon enough he found a few patches of it growing near by. He went to his knees to pick it. "Pick it at the stem rather then by the roots. Sometimes the roots are good, but it would be better to not have them at all. Unwanted dirt is bad." He would be back to his old self in no time, so Lorelei better enjoy the little time she had with this version of him. Then again, he didn't even know what side of him was going to show up next . He hated feeling so weak. "Get a good deal of it, the gash was on the bigger side. Then once the gathering is done... I need to find a nearby stream. I heard one a little ways from here, but I don't believe it has been close enough for us just yet." To think that this kind of interaction was even being made. Though it was all because he had a moment where the inner demon had taken control enough to torment him and make him feel like this. He hated feeling like this, it felt so much more extreme here then in the real world. That had been easy enough to find. Though the real challenge would be if he would be able to properly do this. He read many books, he couldn't help but know this type of stuff. Though reading and actually doing it were two different things completely. He couldn't expect everything to go well without a few little drawbacks. Such as the marks on his arms that Moonwing had left him during their little bonding time together. Though he would gladly wear whatever scars it gave him, because he was a beast tamer. It was part of the territory. The same could be said for his swordsmanship. He stood up from where he had been kneeling. "Lollie, do you have anything to put this in. Then we'll need something to mix it in. Anything that could be used as such for the mixing. It won't be hard to making something, but carrying all this in our arms would be hard enough of a task." His crimson eyes was watching in every directions, looking to see if anything else was around them. What would happen now? Would the crow actually be there when he made it back to him?
She followed him in silence as they moved out onto the field. Her eyes scanned the area around them, slowly. Yes, they needed to hurry. Yes, she was well aware of the urgency of the situation, especially with the way he seemed to be truly concerned for the animal. It was like seeing a whole new side of him. Yes, his outbursts a few moments ago were strange and some might of found them to be frightening, but she knew what she was seeing. A glimpse of the person behind the character. She would keep it to herself, though. He was going to his knees on the grass in front of him. It was indicative that he had found what he was looking for, and that fact was confirmed as he spoke to her of how to pick the herb and why. He was so calm now; so collected and he seemed to be focused on the task at hand. She was truly intrigued. It was quite obvious that there was much more to this man than what lay on the surface...And then there was that kiss. Why had he done that anyway? She nodded as she heard him speak of how large the gash on the crow was and how they would need a good batch of the herbs. She lifted her head from her work as she heard him speak of needing to find the stream. She had heard it herself on their trek through the trees, and she gave him a reassuring smile. “We'll get it taken care of. Don't worry.” If the stream was close enough to hear, then it wouldn't be too far of a walk. With her skills, she should be able to reach it in at least half what it would take a player without her masteries. Reaching to pluck a few more leaves of the dark green, wide-leafed plant, she looked back up at him, as she began to speak once more. “I move fairly quickly and the stream can't be far if we can hear it. I'll take care of the water once we get these back to your bird.” She said as she pulled another leaf here and there. She wanted to be sure they had enough to properly care for the injured creature. It wasn't like she was truly cruel, at least not in every sense. Now, had it been a person, it might have been different. She had even rather enjoyed the slight pleasured moans Camus had let out during his crash. She let her eyes scan over him as she helped to gather the leaves. There was blood already soaking through the bandage she had made for him. He was bruised and scraped in other places. Some of them were likely to scar, especially without treatment. He would need treatment himself, and here he was worrying more about the bird than he was himself. Was he truly so kind a soul? Was his whole 'arrogance and egotistical-ism' an act? She couldn't help but wonder these things as she looked him over. He didn't seem to notice his own injuries, though, or if he did, he didn't care. She had to give him credit. His strength showed well in the course of his actions during this ordeal, and she was quite intrigued by the ways he seemed to hold himself and his composure; despite the outbursts he'd had. The man was truly an enigma. "Oh, just admit you like the damned fool. Flaunt your little elf ass for him. Maybe you'll get lucky here. You sure as hell can't seem to in reality." Oh, how she despised that voice in her head. She nearly growled as still remained in the kneeling position she had been in, looking up at him as he looked down at her and began to speak. There was something about the more gentle and normal way he was speaking to her that caused her to feel rather exposed, sort of vulnerable. She wasn't sure how she felt of that and she didn't want to let him see it in her eyes. She turned her face away, using the task of opening her palm menu as an excuse to do so. He had asked for something to carry the herbs in and she pushed herself up from the ground before she went about seeing what she could do. Looking through the menu on her palm, she selected her inventory before she began to scroll her way through it. Finding a 'small bag', she selected the item, smiling as it appeared in her hand. It looked as if it would be just big enough for what they had gathered. “Here you go.” She said, placing her part of the herbs in the bag and reaching them out to him. “You go tend to this. I'll go see about the water we'll need.” She said as she gave him a small, reassuring smile.
This was such a difference side to both of them. Though for him, it would all end up going back to normal once he was fully in his right mind. He as the player was sweet and kind compared to the character he had molded. The little demon was worse here though one could see his more kinder side when it came to the beasties of the world. He could pretend to be heartless, but he had emotions. He felt things, just not like everyone else. Though he wanted everyone to hate him, people were rough to deal with, he didn't want to have to deal with them. If he could use and manipulate them than he could one up them. That had to be his mindset in this world, he refused to have a do over of the real world. This was suppose to be for him to have a life in which he was in control. Though so far it was turning out badly, the little demon had come with him-- though he didn't realize that he had let the little demon come in with him. Not just a sadist in this world but also a masochist, he couldn't help himself at all. She was saying how she could move fairly quickly and could get to the stream and get the water when he took care of the bird. At least she was trying to help him in all reality.So that was a plus, but he wouldn't think of it as anything but her helping because she realized he was some God like creature in the world. She was handing him a small bag soon enough. He looked into the bag as he unloaded his bunch . They had gathered a decided amount of plantain. It could be used a good deal of things of course, but a lot of it would end up going to the crow. Some of it might end up going to the side. He knew he had wounds of his own, he could feel the pain as it radiated through his body-- but he didn't care. He was used to pain in real life, it would have been a shame for him to not be used to it here. Hell , he had enjoyed it here. He just didn't enjoy the little demon at all. 'You're stuck with me Cammy' he growled as he heard the little demon speak up again. He would now forever hate the name Cammy. He lightly did up the bag so that none of the herb would fall out of it. He would hate for any of it to not make it to the crow. He put the bag into his own inventory before he allowed his crimson eyes to look over Lorelei. What was she thinking exactly? 'Well you could always bang her and find out from her screams. Make her call you God or better yet Master.' The little demon was trying to get under his skin with the Master comment. He was more or less like a slave in the real world. It didn't help that he had picked the one race that seemed to be sold into slavery the most. Or maybe that was just something he had made up in his head, or the little demon had put there. It didn't mean that he wasn't sporting a collar over in the real world. So if slavery actually did exist within this game , what if that meant that his fate... no he couldn't think of that. 'Of course you can, it isn't like anyone would take you in. You hate everyone, you use people. You are sooner to die or be sold then have friends here. It is because you don't want them, you want to be alone.' He growled again, it was getting to that point again. He swallowed and went to push the little demon out of his head again, he couldn't let it get to him. That was exactly what it wanted to do, he couldn't let it happen. Lorelei had seen one outburst already, he couldn't let another happen. "O...of course. I guess I'll have to count on you to fetch the water. Don't take too much time" he stated and he went to head back off towards where he had left the crow. He needed it to be alive still and not surrounded by beasties. Though if it was surrounded, he would just have to fight his way through. So he liked the beasties here, but he wasn't against killing them, as he had proven with the stag. He knew that it was the circle of life and everything had to live and die. Though it wasn't the matter with the crow. He was starting to grow more empathic towards the animals of this world. He continued forward, the bag in his inventory would make sure that it wouldn't be spilled. He had started off strong, but he had slowed down once he was out of view of where he had left Lorelei his speed had slowed down and he had grunted slightly. It was his knee that was bothering him from the fall. It was something he could have swore had happened, the landing hadn't exactly been easy on him. Moonwing had taken a big part of the impact, but he had tried to fly. He probably had gotten hurt more than either of the girls had, but oh well. He was built for pain. He had to keep going or else Moonwing might not make it. It was the thought that pushed him forward to where he had left the crow.
Well, this was new. He was actually stuttering over his words and she wasn't fully certain why. Sure, she had seen his little outburst. It didn't really surprise her, though. Didn't they all have some sort of inner voice or demon to deal with? She knew she did; in the real world and apparently here, also. She figured she would be caught in her own whirlwind of things soon enough. It was usually only a matter of time. She had lost people in her life because of it. She figured she would lose more. Perhaps that was her draw to Camus. Maybe it was simply the fact that she felt something kindred in him. He might not ever actually accept her or the friendship she did have to offer him, but she was fine with that. She would handle things the way she always did. When he was acting in what seemed to be his normal manner, she would simply react in the same way he had grown accustomed to her being. She would be nice when she was able. Like tending his wounds. She had actually done it out of caring, though he might never believe it. She nodded as he told her to not take too much time and she moved to make her way back towards the trees. She knew they had both heard the water and it had been louder when they were a little closer to where the crow was. Now she only had to find it. She wasn't certain exactly how this was going to go, but she could tell that Camus was determined to help this creature. She was going to do all she could to make sure he was able to do so. Why did she care so much? She really wasn't certain. “You know well why you care. You care because you're attracted to him. You care because you think he'll see you as something worth a damn. But you know no one ever will.” The voice brought a growl to her lips and she shook her head to clear it. She wasn't going to do this. Not now. She was on a mission; an important one, and she needed to be able to concentrate. It wouldn't do her any good to get lost in the woods or found by some creature. As she made her way into the trees, she pushed against her legs to spring up into the trees. Landing lithely on one of the branches above her, she began to run, springing from tree to tree as she followed the sound of running water. It seemed that it was further away than she had thought, but that wasn't going to cause her to lose her focus or change her mind. No. Regardless of how things may have gone for them, so far, she had no desire to let him down. She had promised her aide, after all. It only took her a matter of about ten minutes to reach the stream they had heard, and she slowed her gait through the trees. Her mossy-toned eyes scanned the area as she slowly made her way across a branch that leaned out over the running water. Letting her hues scan the stream, she opened her inventory and clicked on a bucket she found there. “Lucky Me.” She mumbled to herself as she grasped the handle of the bucket and leaned down on the branch, her arm stretching out to fill the bucket with the clear running water. Pulling the bucket back up to herself, she slowly stood on the branch, adding the now full bucket back to her inventory, before she began to bound through the branches once more. Her momentum was taking her back towards the area where they had left the crow. “Why are you bothering. You know there's no hope. You know all you will ever be is...” She slammed the door of her mind shut on the voice. This was her world. She wasn't going to let the voice put her through the hell here that it did in the real world. She slowed as she came closer to where they had left the crow. The stag still laid rotting where Camus had left it. She was close enough she could smell the thing, and that meant that others could as well. Her eyes scanned for the crow as she moved, her steps coming to halt on a branch above the creature, as she let her eyes scan for Camus as well as to be certain there was no immediate danger around. Seeing him as he was walking up, she jumped down near the still weakened bird, turning to face him, as she watched his slower, pain-filled gait. “How're you holding up?” She called out to him, as she waited for him to reach the crow.
Time was ticking by. What happened if he didn't make it in time? No he had to make it in time. Though it was frustrating. "Damn it!" His voice was raised though it wasn't quiet a yell either. Would it have been this bad if he hadn't decided to pick the realistic pain tolerance? No it probably would have still found a way to slow him down regardless. Though he had to hand it to the game system that it wasn't just the landscape that they had done well on it was the pain tolerance too. It felt as if he actually had broken or sprained something. That was a feeling he knew well. Though it was because of that he could do this. He had to keep going, but his body wasn't wanting him to go forward though. It was slow and strained with how he walked. It wasn't like when he would break his hand or his arm... that didn't affect his walking. Though his knee was more than likely banged up and he could lie about it and say how great he felt--- but in reality, it was painful. He grunted as he had walked, enjoying as each movement caused the pain to radiate more so through his system. His vision even going half blurry by the time he had gotten to the crow. Then there she was, she had jumped down and was facing him. She was asking him how he was holding up. He smiled at her "peachy" the smile was clearly fake and it even showed some of the pain that he was actually in. He finally made it to the bird and lightly petted it. The thing hadn't even bothered to try to move too much at all, its eyes were closed and it was lying still where it had crashed. The smell of blood and rot was heavy in the air. The stag was sure to attract other predators to them, but the crow needed to eat something too. He made a small shushing noise as he stroked the crow's feather. His crimson eyes going to look at her. "Did you bring it?" He had accessed his own palm menu and was bringing out the bag of the herbs they had gathered. He had half limped over a little ways to get a set up built. It was a completely makeshift area and he was gonna have to be careful as it was. He looked through the rest of his inventory and had found a bowl that he could use. "Well that is useful" the bowl appeared in his hands and he closed out of the menu. He would have to work with a rock to grind the medicine together. He had knelled down "just leave the bucket of water here." He pointed at the spot next to him. He had started to put some of leaves into the bowl and started to grind them down. He would had water little by little so that it wound form a paste. Then of course some of the water would also be used for clean up and then the rest would be used for other needs. It would be growing dark soon enough and already one of the girls had gone off by herself to who knew where. If she ended up getting eaten it was on her. 'You did want to kill her. You should have killed her.' He grumbled and grinded the leaves a little harder to try to stop himself from thinking too much about what the little demon was saying. He had wanted to kill her well it was more so the fact that he saw the crow killing her . Though he had good reason, it had been her idea to offer up Trouble to the crow so they could get away. Who would do a thing like that? So maybe he might actually do a thing like that too.... but there was a line. It would just need a little bit of water, too much would mean that more of the herb would have to be added to the mixture. As it was he would have to mix more. He looked at Moonwing , the bird was still but he knew that he was still alive. He could hear the slight sigh of breathing from it. He let out a sigh of relief. "Just don't go dying on me, Moonwing. It would be a shame." He still wasn't exactly himself, he was too concerned about the bird than to go back to his normal outlook on life. He wondered if he actually would be able to finish this in time. His leg felt like it was on fire and he wasn't even sure where the origin was anymore. He had thought it was his knee, but maybe he fucked up his leg in a whole. Now that would be messed up. His arm wasn't feeling that good either. It seemed that when a dire crow bit you it actually force a slight numbness to start affecting ones movement after a little bit. "Crow's aren't poisonousness" here he was talking to himself out loud. Though he didn't even realize that he was talking where Lorelei could hear him.
She tilted her head some as she heard his reply to her. “Peachy.” She didn't believe it for a moment. The way he grimaced along with his smile and the limp she had seen to his gait as he had made his way up to the area. He was hurt, and, though she had to admire the courage he displayed...Courage, was that what it was? She wasn't certain. She knew already that he seemed to enjoy pain. It at least seemed that way to her, the more she watched him. “It doesn't really seem so to me, but we can worry about you after your bird.” She said as she watched him move to the crow's side, stroking its feathers before he spoke again. “Yes.” She replied as she heard him ask her if she had brought the water, and she opened her palm menu, locating the bucket and removing it, before closing the menu. Holding the handle of the bucket, she turned to look at him as he moved to set up just away from the large bird. He had found a bowl in his own inventory and located a rock to use. He was definitely resourceful. She had to give him that much. She set the bucket down as he pointed out where he wanted it, and she knelt beside it, being sure to stay out of his way as he worked with the herbs and the water to form the medicinal paste that would be needed to treat the bird's wounds. “Lookit you so entranced. Little Princess with a crush.” She nearly growled as she pushed the voice away. Opening her palm menu once more, she located and removed a roll of bandages she found in her inventory. “Would have been nice to have found that earlier.” She mumbled to herself, thinking of her shirt, as she turned to look back at him. He seemed lost in thought as he worked and she didn't want to disturb him. It was quite obvious, that for whatever reason, saving this creature was important to him. For here there was another matter at hand. She would help him, but he also had his own wounds that needed to be tended, regardless of how much he might enjoy having them and the pain they brought. Busying herself for a moment in her menu, she had gathered out a few things she knew she would need and placed them safely to the side, before turning back to watch him once more. She had every intention of tending to him if all went well. He would probably enjoy it. She nearly rolled her eyes at the thought. He was speaking to the bird as if it were an old friend, and she couldn't help but give a sort of half-smile to the idea of it. For what she had learned of the man so far, the caring seemed rather unusual, but it was a side of him that she enjoyed seeing, regardless of the fact that she tended to be a bit cold and brash, herself. This side of him was softer, almost more human, and she found herself wondering if it might actually come from his player, rather than the character himself. The longer he worked on the paste he was making, the more she could see his movements stiffening. His own injuries were starting to show on him, though she was sure he was one who would never admit to such. It was a shame, really. If he didn't complete his task in time, his feathered friend was sure to die. “Why would you care? Do you think he would cry? It would be great to see the big, bad, arrogant male cry, wouldn't it?” She shoved the twisted little voice away once more, her face twisting into a disgusted look before she managed to straighten it. Reaching over towards him, she rested her hand on his arm, gently, just in a manner to try and get his attention. “Camus. Take what you have there. Go ahead and get started. I'll make up another batch.” She said as she let her mossy-toned hues gaze over him. He was definitely going to need some attention himself. She could only hope he would allow it once his task with the bird was completed. “It'll help this go a little faster if we continue to work together.” She said as she gave him a small, hopefully, reassuring smile.
He continued to grind the leaves down, adding a little water here and there to make sure that the leaves were fully a paste. Though the longer he grinded the leaves, the longer he made this medicine-- his arm was numbing more and more. Why did it bloody hurt so bad?! No it wasn't the fact that it truly hurt in the sense of normal pain, but it was a numbing pain that was making it hard for him to focus on the task at hand. Though he would continued to do it because no one else would be able to do it. That was of course when Lorelei went to rest her hand upon his arm. He held back from wincing, her hand upon his right arm felt as if fire was eating away at his flesh. She was tell him to take what he had and she would make another batch. "Fine, just don't mess it up. Do it exactly how I was doing it. You were watching me right. Don't add too much water and make sure you grind it to a fine paste." He had gone to shift from his spot. He couldn't help the groan of half pain and half pleasure that left his lips as his knee had ended up being knocked in his getting up. He had checked his inventory to find that he had a small plastic bag of his own. He pulled it out, it was different than the one that Lorelei had provided before. He took the paste and scooped it into the bag before he left the bowl and rock for her. He limped over to his bird and hummed slightly for it to hear him and know it wasn't something to be alarmed by. His humming was soft and he went to take his hand not covered in the plantain mush to softly pet the feathers once more. "This might sting a bit" he spoke. The bird didn't respond. He shifted to gather some of the paste upon his hand and he had gone to begin to softly rub the paste upon the gash. The moment that his hand touched the gashed area, the bird cawed loudly and tried to peek at him. He still had no idea how to use his beast taming to truly help and fully tame the beast-- but he was using sub sections of it to try to calm the thing. He lightly made a noise that sounded like a purring shush. "Don't do that too me, I'm the one trying to help you." He kept making sounds to shush the bird and calm it down. It kept fighting him as he tried to doctor it. He was too focused on the bird so the little demon didn't make its self known. He thought all was good, it just lacked a little more of the paste he had and he needed to apply it to a different wound. That was when he could feel the blood as it started to bubble up and run down his arm. Moonwing had ended up going to bite him once more in his own wound. He didn't cry out, no he began to laugh. His crimson eyes glittering as he looked at the bird. "Now what you doing that for, you're hungry then here"he had finished doctoring the wound and had gone to tear some of the rotting meat from the stag. He through it into the birds mouth. Damn the thing was really trying to stink, but oh well. It served the purpose well. "Now I am not your meal, I provide them to you , but I am not the meal. Do you understand" the laughter had stopped and his words had a bit of a bite to them. His crimson eyes staring the beast down. Once the crow settled down , he looked at his own arm. A smirk found its way upon his lips. He ran his finger along the wound and winced as he did so. It was a burning heat that followed his movement as he went to bloody his fingertip of his left index finger and then he stuck it in his mouth and licked the blood from it. The look on his face could be described as pure and utter insanity. He wasn't even sure what way was up at that point, his actions was changing drastically thanks to all that had actually ended up happening. He wasn't aware of Lorelei at all anymore, in fact she could have left him alone and he wouldn't have realized at all.
She nodded as she heard him speak. She had been watching him and she wasn't entirely ignorant of the process herself, given her player's real-world aspirations. In the real world, she was studying medicine. She was working towards one day becoming a doctor. Although her plans were for people and not animals; it was still the same basic process, wasn't it? She just had to make the medicine and make sure it was properly applied, correct? It shouldn't be that hard. Kneeling down to the bowl he had been working with, she began the process of grinding the leaves. Adding the water a little at a time, she worked as quickly as she could to make the paste, without causing it to become an overly liquid mush or a gritty mistake. By the time she had finished the process, she had had a batch of the medicinal pace made that fully filled his bowl, and there was still around half of the leaves they had gathered, also. Standing from where she had been working, she carried the bowl over to him, waiting for him to take it, as she watched him work with the bird. The creature was calm for only a moment. It changed as soon as he had touched it with the paste. She watched as the crow pecked at him and she gave a soft sigh. They really had no way of knowing just what the beasts of this world were like. That was obvious. Crows in the real world weren't predators, so this one was already so much different than what they knew. What if its bite was poisonous? What if that was why he was having the troubles moving that he seemed to be having? She listened as he shushed the bird and she bit against her bottom lip as she watched it continue to thrash and fight. Sure, she had agreed to help him, but not at the expense of his own life or hers. What was he going to do, if the thing managed to bite into him again? That was when she noticed him look at his arm. She could see the fresh blood welling there, and she only sighed, as she shook her head. He had gotten bitten again, and chances were he was going to give her a fuss about tending his own wounds. She hoped not. She sincerely didn't wish to see him die by crow, especially when he was doing so good to try and help the damnable creature. He was laughing about it. He was actually laughing. The man was a pure enigma. He was definitely a complicated one to understand. It intrigued her. She was honestly worried for his health at this point, also. The laughter could be from delirium. What if he was poisoned? What if he had already lost too much blood? The thoughts running through her head should have been out of character. They shouldn't have been a part of her character makeup, but it seemed her player had added more of herself than once thought. Hearing him speak to the bird, she watched as he tore off a piece of the stinking stag and threw it into the crow's beak. She listened as he spoke to the creature and she shook her head as she watched it actually respond. It actually began to settle, which would give him time to take the newly mixed batch of medicine and apply it. She was fine with that as well, seeing as she had plans of her own. Once he took the bowl and went back to complete his work, she had her own dealings to work on. She watched him as he ran his finger along his wound. She saw the stiffness in his movements and the way he winced. She watched as he cleaned the blood from his finger. The look in his eye would have been disturbing to most, but the maddened look of his eyes only showed her more so that she was right about him. He had a mindset more like her own, even if the exact points were different. This thought brought her to smile as she shoved the bowl of paste into his hands and she turned from him. Opening her palm menu, she pulled out a bowl of her own as well as a few herbs. She had picked them, secretly, while they had been in the field. She had thought, already, that she might need them, and so far, it seemed she was right. Foenum-graecum seeds and Sapius roots. They would work well for making sure no nasty things grew in his wounds, as well as help keep an infection from growing. Adding them to her bowl, along with some of the Plantaginaceae. Working quickly, she formed a thick liquid of the mashed leaves and roots and seeds. Grabbing the bandages she had previously pulled from her inventory she unrolled them and stuck them into the liquid to soak, before turning to him. “We need to treat your wounds as well, once you're done with your friend there.” She said, and she waited to see if he would answer her, or if she would somehow need to do this by force.
He had taken the bowl before and had continue on with his work-- that had of course been before he had gone off into his little world of insanity. He wasn't exactly stable in this world. 'You're not stable in the real world. What makes you think that you could be normal here? You are nothing but a little slave boy who wants to make everyone hate him here. Are you enjoying the pain and the blood. You should.' He hated the little demon, but this time he was listening to it. He was actually talking to the damn thing. "Yes, I enjoy it" he gave another cackle of laughter and the crow seemed to back up slightly feeling the darker presence as it started to grow within him. "I didn't say you could leave my side. You'll just hurt yourself. You want more meat, right" he ripped more of the meat from the stag. He was quite strong in this world. He needed to get stronger though, he needed to keep getting stronger. He didn't seem to even realize what Lorelei was doing over in her own bowl. That was until she spoke of course. His nose crinkled up as he turned to look at her His hand had paused slightly in the bowl. The crow gave a squawk by the sightly change in the air. He didn't know magic, it wasn't something he had bothered to take-- healing magic might have been good for him to have at this point. Though he was more destruction than healing, he would have found a way to use the healing magic to be destructive instead of being good. That was just how Camus had been designed. Healing magic might have helped to cure him of such a warped personality... though the little demon had made sure healing magic wasn't something that was good for him. Melee , that was what he had focused on at first. Slash and Parry and Incognito , it would have been a good combination for a swordsman. Though he had changed his mind and went beast taming, it was enough to at least give him some sort of empathy. Maybe that had made the little demon worse, he didn't know anymore. He didn't need his wounds treated. The crow actually tried to rub against him, animals could always read the aura of a person. Moonwing knew that he was getting into a dangerous seed, and despite the thing not being tamed... it was trying. Blood bonding wasn't taming, especially when said 'Master' was not in his right mind. Taming an animal had to do with forming a certain connection, that was why it stated that only one companion could be considered tamed... this wasn't something that Camus had understood. Now he didn't think of these things at all. "Now why would I want you to treat me at all. I don't need any type of training." Some might believe that the bite had been the reason for his behaviour, but it was so much more than that. The little demon made a huge difference in the seed of darkness that was inside of him. Here there was no restraints, it could grow and mature. After all Camus was the perfect being for it, he wanted everyone to hate him. Though it didn't mean he didn't have something good within him... it just might be taken by the darkness if he was left without the right guidance. "My wounds are fine" now this was something that had to do with the fact that he wasn't used to kindness with wounds. Not Camus but the player himself wasn't used to such kindness, he had lied and tried to protect his little sister from knowing the truth before. He was a good person as the player, but here he was just a big mess of fucked up in the head. To add to it, he loved the pain a little too much here. If she treated his wounds... it would take the pain away. He needed to feel the pain. He titled his head back and cackled out laughter. The crow looked to Lorelei almost as if in a slight begging way. It was trying its hardest to help Camus and he didn't know how to. Moonwing could only do so much, but if Lorelei was to help him. He was losing all his marbles and he needed to be helped somehow. He had moved to finish applying the rest of the medicine to Moonwing, and placing the bowl to the side. Though he kept his distance from Lorelei. "Try to doctor me and I will make sure you have a pretty little scar at the least." He gave a very off smile. The demon had more control here because they were just starting off. The demon was stronger here, it wasn't just some voice that was created from abuse like in the real world. This little inner demon was stronger because Damien had unknowingly allowed it in and perhaps it now had a life of his own. At least that is what it looked like, though demons surely didn't exist here. Again, these thoughts didn't enter Camus' head.
She narrowed her eyes at him as she heard him speak. It seemed, for a moment, that he was talking to himself. She couldn't help but wonder if he might actually be going insane. Was that a possibility in the game, or would it be that his character simply was created that way? More and more she began to wonder just what all was actually behind this character that was Camus Varic. Just exactly why was he who and what he was, and why did she care so much to know? She watched as he ripped off another piece of the stag's meat, tossing it towards the crow. The animal was actually starting to seem afraid of him, and she didn't blame it. She could feel the thick air of darkness growing on him, herself. She wasn't afraid of him, though. What was the worst that could happen? It was a game. Even if he killed her she'd just be able to come back, right? She almost felt sorry for the thing. It seemed legitimately confused, though instinct did cause it to eat as the meat was thrown towards it. She had finished her task by this point and was waiting for him to answer her. Everything about his demeanor seemed to have made another complete one-hundred and eighty degree turn again. She didn't really know what to think. As he spoke, she rolled her eyes at him. What else did he expect? She could see well how his injuries were affecting him, even if he did have some macho issues going on that were causing him to act like he could take on the world with whatever injuries he decided and just walk away like he was a god. Of course, it was Camus. She shouldn't have been surprised. It was right up his ally to be a dick in most cases as it was. She was surprised his apparent niceness had lasted this long, so far. “You're going to bleed to death if you don't let me treat you, and it's quite obvious that something in that bite is affecting your muscle functions. Don't be so stubborn. How are you supposed to prove yourself to be as 'great' as you claim if you die on your first day?” She nearly snarled the words at him as she shook her head. “Lookit the princess trying to stand up for herself. Trying to be something she's not.” She shoved the voice away and growled. “Your wounds aren't fine and neither are you. Why are you being so stubborn about this?” The tones of her voice were becoming clearly aggravated, but she couldn't help herself at all. This was something quite serious that touched a part of her that she had apparently brought over from the real her and not realized. She was, after all, not a healer here. She was just an assassin; exactly the opposite. As Lorelei she shouldn't care, so why did she? It was at this point that he laughed. He legitimately leaned his head back and cackled like a madman. She was starting to feel pissed off more than anything, and the fact that the damned crow seemed to be actually worried about him. The thing was staring at her as if it was confused and actually gave a damn about the madman. She sighed as she watched him and she shook her head, slowly. She had a feeling she might regret the choice she was about to make as she heard him speak. “Threaten me all you want. Scars are badges of honor and either way you need help. I get it, you like the pain. I get it more than you think I do, but that doesn't change the fact that you need to be helped.” Her voice by this time had become firm, almost harsh, and she had narrowed her eyes at him once more. She already knew he wasn't going to listen, and her left hand had been moving the entire time she'd spoken. She now held a large red flower in her grasp, which she had pulled from her inventory, using her palm menu. She rolled her eyes at him as she shoved her hand forward, the flower slamming into his nose, her palm pressing against it and rubbing it closer with a force that just might have been enough to cause him to bleed. The flower, however, that was the victory point. Papaver Somniferum. It was a type of Poppy. She'd read all about it already and it had been in her inventory since she had spawned into the game, apparently. It was potent like the poppies in an old story she had read in her younger years. The Wizard of Oz. There was no combating its polen's ability to put someone to sleep at such a close range. She had been meant to use it on her weapons, but this, this was much more important, in her eyes.
Why the fuck did she even care about him in the first place? Had he not done a good enough job at making everyone he came across hate him. Though it would be a shame to die on the first day... though who said he would end up dying at all. He was a God and Gods didn't die so easily. These wounds were nothing at all. He did like the pain and he would provide it to her. So when she was speaking on how he had to get himself healed, he growled. She was getting closer and her voice was firm and harsh at that point. Like hell did he actually care if she was getting slightly aggressive with him. It was all just fun for him. Why should she actually care if he was okay or not. Though he was okay, he didn't need help at all. "Fuck you! I don't need to be help at all." Wait when the fuck did she get some big ass flower? What the fuck was she doing with it. It was being jammed up his noise and he was forced to inhale the thing. His crimson eyes glared at her. "Like this will do shit against me. You clearly un--" he didn't finish what he was saying as the effects finally kicked in. First he had stopped talking, not because it had taken his ability to speak-- but it was because of what he saw behind her. Why in the fuck was he there? The look of fear didn't enter crimson eyes though, it was more of a confusion look that found its way into his eyes. Why was Rudger there? The man was wearing his normal attire , the black suit with silver trimmings-- yet something was off about him. This something was what made him not so scary. He couldn't pinpoint what was off about him, perhaps it was because the dark haired man hadn't spoken yet. Perhaps because he couldn't feel the slightly evil aura that followed him, yet the man was identical to Rudger. What was he doing here? His lips parted to speak again, but he was see through Lorelei and only seeing Rudger. Than he saw the one person he would have given anything in the world to see. Of course he couldn't know what she would look like now, but he saw her as he remembered her. His little sister , Katherina, she was still thirteen in appearance her long brunette locks seemed to flow around her in the wind. He couldn't speak her name, but the look of shock was showing in his crimson eyes. Then he finally found himself being able to speak when she had gotten closer to Rudger. "What are you doing?!" He had reached out to go and stop her, but the numbness seemed to be spreading throughout his system. "No! Don't go with him! Don't do it." Rudger showed Katherina off into the sunset and she walked not even looking back at him. She had even smiled at him at all, she hadn't been happy at all to see him. It was almost as if she couldn't see him at all. He was trembling slightly, though it could have easily been from the wounds he had sustained. He hadn't fallen asleep just yet, his body was fighting the effects slightly. Though it would all be over in a matter of a few more minutes. His crimson eyes was still staring into the setting sun. His arm was outstretched as if he could reach her. It could be noted the tension setting into his muscles, it was plain and obvious with the way he held his arm out. Rudger was on the move now and he was circling around him as if he was his prey. He gulped as he watched the man as he moved, he couldn't take his eyes off of him. In reality he was freaking out over nothing at all, watching nothing . Rudger had gone to crease his cheek. "Look at you, all pretty here. You think you have it all here, don't you. Think again, you will never be able to get away from the Hell that you live in. In fact... I have a present for you." He swallowed as he felt the man's creasing going from his cheek to his neck. Don't go any further, he couldn't speak at all as the man's hand went further. One of Rudger's hand had gone to grip something and he could see that his clothing had changed. No longer was he dressed in his white attire that he had come into the game wearing... but instead he was wearing a maid's dress. Rudger's hand was holding out the front of the dress for him to see and his other hand had gone to hold his silver locks up slightly as if to admire them. "This look suits you better than what you were wearing. I think I might actually force you to grow your hair out now. Maybe force you into one of these things. I could see it now." Since this was all in his head and he already had a very active imagination, the scene continued. "Who knows maybe I might try something a little more extreme, my little slave girl." His body was trembling as Rudger's hand roamed lower and lower and had lifted up the skirt of the dress. He felt Rudger stroking him and a low moan left his lips, this of course was mirrored in the world that was actually happen around him. Lorelei actually got to hear the moan he had let out, as well as getting to see the faint flush of colour on his cheeks. His body felt weird... this could be confirmed for the factor that the poppy was finally kicking in and putting him to sleep. In this world he had dreamed up though, it was for other reasons. Rudger was making him feel weird. His body felt hot and than as he gave a louder moan he collapsed to the ground. His eyes closed and he finally had fallen prey to Lorelei's flower.
"Fuck you! I don't need to be helped at all...Like this will do shit against me. You clearly un--" Underestimated him? Was that what he had been about to say? She didn't really care. She was already aggravated as fuck with him. Always so high and mighty; always thinking he was better than her; yet, here he was. He was the one bleeding out from the attack of the killer bird. Seriously, the thing looked like something out of a horror movie, yet, at the same time strangely human while it stared at them, its head tilting as if in confusion. She could have sworn she heard the thing growl as she'd shoved the flower at Camus. Could birds even growl? Who the hell knew what was possible in this world? Stepping back from him as she let the now crushed poppy fall to the ground, she raised a brow as she watched his reactions. He had suddenly gone quiet, staring as if looking through her, rather than actually at her. She had known that there was a chance that hallucination was possible before sleep, but she hadn't actually expected it to happen. She had no choice but to believe that's what was going on, though. She watched as his body seemed to stiffen. His expression changed to one of confusion and perhaps a bit of sadness. She had no idea what he was seeing or even if she would want to if she could. She also had no idea if she should try to snap him out of it. It could be dangerous for them both to do so, like waking a sleepwalker. Whatever it was he was seeing, she was certain that it was something that had ill effects on him, especially with the way he was beginning to gesture and the words that he finally spoke. "What are you doing?!..No! Don't go with him! Don't do it." The words echoed in her head. She couldn't help but wonder what he was seeing. What had him acting the way he was? Hell, he had flip-flopped through so many moods so far that she didn't even know where to begin, but this was slightly annoying. It wasn't the fact that he was hallucinating. It was the fact that she still couldn't treat him as long as he was even semi-conscious enough to fight her on it, and she knew he would. She needed him to fall asleep. She needed him to be still, but no. He was locked in some false sense of reality and actually seeming to fight the effects of the plant's pollen. What could she do but stand and wait? She gave an exasperated huff as she heard him speak again. He actually seemed concerned. Was that even possible for him? The man remained an enigma to her. She still had no idea how exactly to take him. She was starting to believe that she might not ever. She continued to watch him. It was like watching a one-man show as his mood seemed to change again. She saw the way his body tensed and moved, the way his facial expressions changed. The color that ran through his cheeks was nothing but a pure blush and she couldn't help but wonder why, especially with the moans that left his lips as he fell. What the fuck was his twisted mind even seeing? She was legitimately curious, but she knew already that she wouldn't ever ask him. Hell, it wasn't likely he'd remember any of it, when he woke up, as far as she knew, according to what she'd read in the handbook, sleep would mean he'd disconnect, anyway. She sighed as she leaned to pick up the bandages she had soaking in the bowl of herbal mixture. Using a piece of one, she gently cleaned his wounds, before she took the longer pieces and began to wrap them, slowly, gently around the wounded areas of his arm and leg. As she had examined his leg she had noticed the swelling of his knee. It looked as if he'd pulled the muscles there and managed to strain them, so she took the time to tightly wrap it in a dry bandage. Shaking her head, as she stood, slowly, she used a bag from her inventory to store the rest of the salve, before cleaning her bowl with the water from the bucket. Dumping the bucket, she replaced her items into her inventory and gave a sigh. Turning to look at the crow as it had moved closer to them, she reached and patted its head, surprised that it didn't actually snap at her. “Keep an eye on him, Moonwing.” She said, her voice low before she turned to bound up into the trees. Finding a branch close enough that she could see, she watched as the crow moved closer to him, lying beside him and actually covering his form with one wing. It was almost sweet to watch. She leaned herself back against the tree as she managed to get a comfortable seat on the branch. “May as well take a break, too. Life goes on outside of here, after all.” With that final thought, she crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn't come right away. Strangely it was like falling to sleep in the real world. She had to manage to clear her mind, first, and though it was slightly hard to do, it wasn't long before she was drifting away.
