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Head cocked, she listened to him, his voice distant but still present in his words. Curiously, he seemed to recede into himself quite often.

She wondered the reason; was it the mountains themselves? Or, something else? Her knowledge of the man was barely anything to sneeze at and she could only speculate the reason, more than likely anything she came up with was far from the truth. The man was a mystery and she was determined to crack him. One kind word and action at a time.

Athens’ mention of sleep called to her bones, eyelids feeling the heaviness, and she dipped her head in agreement before settling herself in a bed of thick grass. “Thank you for thinking of me, you are too kind. My hips are feeling better now.” A grateful smile sent his way. He was kind, despite his aloofness, and he was charming nonetheless.

Patting the grass next to her, “Sleep, Athens. You look spent, too. We will go in the morning.” Whether he slept next to her or not, it did not matter, she just wanted his well-being taken care of, as well. And, maybe, rest would ease his mind.