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Pyro didn't hear him, as she was already soundly asleep. It was now quite obvious that she had lied earlier. She slept in the saddle as it she had never slept a night out of one her entire life.
Bale, consequently, was beginning to slow down and was eyeing the grass alongside of the road.

"Sounds good," Rayel said slowly, eyeing the thief with a small smile. She was only human; it made her happy to know she was right. Shaking her head (such were not the thoughts of a paladin), she turned to Meri, changing her smile for one warmer and more genuine.

"Honestly?" she confessed, turning her horse off the road, "I prefer making camp. I always ache after sleeping in the saddle, and become useless for hours."

She eyed her canteen disparagingly as she tied up her horse. "I think I'll go for some water," she said, "I can hear some water nearby." Rayel hoped the walk would help clear her head; at her monastery she had spent several hours meditating in nature, and it had never failed to help her spirit. "Do you need your canteen filled?" she asked, gingerly searching Pyro for her water container. Her thieving skills were rusty, she hoped the woman didn't awake and get the wrong impression.

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Meri watched with amusement as he started setting up a tent for Rayel while she searched Pyro and the resulting sparks.

"She's lookin' fer yer canteen. Might'n be a good Idea t' fill it up. There's a stream nearby and we decided t' camp."

Meri continued stringing up the tent that he wouldn't use. He didn't have a use for it in all honesty. His guise might be affected by temperatures, but his sleeping allowed him t dream of things that he did not wish to dream.

The woman raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond. Quietly she took the canteen and walked to the stream, already feeling better as she put distance between herself and the others. After filling the canteens, the knight seated herself on the ground, and began to pray.

Nearly an hour later Rayel rose, realizing she had been gone for a long time. Quickly she gathered the canteens and returned to the campsite, feeling extremely tired.

She nodded wearily. Earlier Rayel had volunteered to stand first watch, and she was very glad Meri had forgotten that offer. The knight nearly crawled into the tent, muttering, "Thank you," before disappearing in its folds. It was not the proper courtesy due him, but Rayel trusted the dragon to understand. He had not yet been angered by her familiarity, at least not visibly.

However, as soon as she was comfortable on her mat, Rayel found herself wide awake, staring at the overhead canvas. Strange thoughts floated through her mind, the late night thoughts that came only to the sleepless. Daydreams of the time following her healing were prominent in these thoughts, and the knight realized she was still wearing her helmet. The mask seemed almost a part of her, and Rayel placed it close to her, more secure in the knowledge it was within arm's reach. The cold air felt good on her face though.

She gazed at the cold metal visor for a long time before falling asleep.

Meri sat and watched through the remainder of the night, often singing quietly to himself. If the others ever heard the song, they would have hear something akin to a lulabye.

At first light, Meri started preparing some porrige, flavoured with various herbs, over a small fire.

Pyro just kept sleeping. She mumbled something about goblins and grilling in her sleep before rolling over and off her bedroll without noticing.

Rayel nodded in what she hoped was a knowing manner. "If you didn't have the rage, I think I might hate you," she said, her mind still clogged with sleep. "Is there anything dragons can't do?"

The knight sniffed the air, an expression of displeasure crossing her face. "Other than cooking." She grinned at Meri, letting him know she was joking. Whatever the contents of the pot were, it smelled very good. "What're you making?" she asked, wandering over to the pot.