Movement caught Nights eye and as he turned to look he caught Elizabeth’s hand in his. He looked at her hand and slowly squeezed a bit tighter. His eyes rose slowly back to hers and a warmth swam over him in the most peculiar way. Nights mind was floating in directions he didn’t want it to go, but alas, he was a man and maybe, just maybe there was part of him that wanted her close to him.

Lizzy smiled up at Night and then looked away. He continued to stare at her with subtle longing as he watched her survey the landscape. She was always excited to see a different angle of the same landscape. Something in her always sparked and bubbled in a way that stirred and challenged his mind to step out of its boundaries. He wasn’t always okay with that but it wasn’t a conscious decision. Not to mention that he wasn’t one to deny reality or what was right in front of his face. He had to accept the changes and what his mind told him.

The silence was somewhat bothersome; they all watched each other in stillness with curiosity upon their faces, nothing to say. Finally, Fulwah spoke. He instructed the others to return to their nests and then he looked back at the two. “Good night young ones. Sleep well and be free.” He said.

How odd, Night thought to himself, he’d wondered what that would mean coming from him and Night puzzled over how they lived, what they ate, what they’re people were like. It was all foreign to him and even though he had tried to his best to be respectful, he still wasn’t sure how to take it.

He snapped out of his momentary daze and looked to Lizzy. He had no idea what the rooms would look like and he wondered if there was only one bed, if she was going to mind… He could sleep on the floor if need be… mentally, he let out a breath. He would take things as they came and use instinct, as he did on the high seas and see where it would take him.

Night walked up behind Liz and placed his hands on her triceps, standing close to her. She flinched in surprise though he didn’t mean to startle her. “Elizabeth, you have all the time in the world to stare off into the sun set. Let’s go ta bed.” His voice was silken and laced with somber thoughts. He wasn’t too good a hiding his true emotions. He escorted her, arm behind her back, to the dwelling that Fulwah had presented to them. He opened the curtain made of vines and exotic flowers, being the gentleman that he was, and let her pass through first.