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The days had been long and her chances to sleep few. She had eaten when she could, catching what small game she could manage. Starbuck still did not find herself suited for travel, and the thought of sleeping unprotected and alone was an unsettling one. All I have done is my duty, she deflected, though secretly she was pleased. If it is not trouble, a safe place to rest my weary legs would be wonderful. Tresspassing was what had gotten them into all of this trouble to begin with, but Starbuck wouldn't be tresspassing. She was invited.