The sun was rising above the jungle's green canopy, filtering through and warming select parts of her body. She opened one eye to glare blearily upwards at the sun trying to force its way in. A soft mumble to her side made both her eyes open fully in shock and she craned her neck, finding Nathan with an arm firmly around her and a peaceful look on his face as he slept.

She stared at his face for a moment, her ears slowly backing with each passing inspection of the cut of his features. He was handsome, she couldn't deny, and certainly charming. Feray stopped her thoughts at that and turned her head back to the fire, which had died down to a few pitiful flickers of flame. They had spent the entire night in the jungle and, she mused, judging from the scuff marks on the ground, Nathan had used his feet to push some new branches into the fire before sleep finally claimed him.

Briefly, the huntress considered freeing herself from the arm around her shoulders. It was slightly claustrophobic to her and she willed her anxiety down. This was safe, she knew, and nothing would happen while near him. If something did, he would help her make it okay again. The sensation of having someone she could depend on made her pause, having never really gotten attached to anyone beside her mother and Emmitt with her odd childhood and then being raised amongst older farmers. The troupe she was with was changing that. She felt a kinship with them all, aside from the odd one or two, that was something she had never really felt before.

Feray pursed her lips at that thought and settled herself back into the warm body of Nathan. It was all about trust. She trusted these people despite her initial response to be wary of them. Her eyes were drawn to one of her hands which was suddenly shaking softly and she felt a warning tremor rake her body. Trust and getting attached to people? She had no time for it. Feray was not an ignorant woman, she could feel herself wearing down with each sunrise. Each time the attacks came, they left her feeling half a person. She would not live much longer. It was no good getting attached when she would have to leave so soon, it was utterly pointless.

The cobalt haired huntress sighed and looked away from her hand to the rising sun, as if blaming it for her problems. If she knew the truth and what she had to do, then why was she finding it so hard?