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To the Highest Bidder Goes the Prize (Chuckeles/butterfly040

He nods softly allowing himself to smile as she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. "Alright then. Ill try to rest." He lays back closing his eyes as he starts to drift off softly listening to her work in the tent. "Y..You dont have to go through so much trouble to clean things up Kiana?" He rolls on to his good side watching her with eyes still half asleep.
 
She could tell he was falling under sleeps heavy hand and as such did not respond to him. Just going about her work of cleaning, she let him slip into sleep. It was what he needed and it was for the best. Even when really there was nothing left to clean, she still found herself wiping down the little table in his tent. She hoped that by the time she was done, he would be asleep so he would not go fussing over her. At last, she turned and looked to see how he fared with his struggle to stay awake.
 
His eyes slowly slip fully shit as he loses the fight to stay awake. He listens to the quietness of the tent some what comforted by the fact she is cleaning and she is nearby should he need her. He rolls on to his back his eyes closing fully as he begins sleeping his body demanding the rest. He tries to keep himself on his back or good side to avoid his wound once more. He stirs slightly as he hears the table she is cleaning creak slightly.
 
Seeing him sleeping, Kiana quietly took the cloak he bought her and rolled it up to be like a pillow for her as she, as quietly as she could manage, made herself comfortable on the ground near his cot, snuggling up to her makeshift pillow as she too found sleep again.
 
He begins to stir once more as he hears people moving through the camp lighting up the oil lamps placed throughout the camp. He rubs at his eyes as he sits up clearing his throat as he takes a deep drink from his canteen. He glances around not seeing her at first. "Kiana? Kiana are you here?" He swallows again moving towards the edge of the cot when he notices her. He laughs softly seeing her laying next to the cot.
 
Lost deep in her sleep, which was still being effected by the hazy feeling in her head, not the people moving about outside nor him calling out her name to her woke her. She was in a deep, rock hard sleep and actually looked quiet content as she rested her head fully of fiery red hair against the dark green fabric of her cloak. The two colors went well together.
 
He smiles as he moves himself off the edge of the cot studying her face. He seems happy as he reaches down to touch her cheek enjoying how the red of her hair and dark green of the fabric goes together so well. He slips to the edge of the tent smiling to himself as he sees a young boy running around. He beckons the boy over letting him inside just enough to see the color of the cloak. "I want you to find me a dressmaker who can make this young woman a dress using that shade. Can you do that for me?" He reaches into his pouch offering the boy a gold piece. He slips the boy the coin as he nods eagerly and runs off.
 
Nothing could wake her, even the young boy gawking over her pretty sleeping face though in some way, she did sense it as her brow wrinkled in her sleep and she rolled over. About an hour later, the lad peeked his head back into the tent again. "This village's dressmaker was sold to a solider named Grego. I went to him and he said he is willing to make some extra coin with his slave's talents and will be by in the morning to see you about the matter." The boy blushed a little, "He was in the middle of something when I went to find him."
 
He turns to sit on the cot as he waits for the boy to return. He smiles as he comes in giving him the news. "That will be fine. Thank you for running the errand for me." He musses the boys hair as he smiles gently. "Go on and get some rest for now." He moves back to sit on his bed drawing his sword slowly. He lays it across his lap as he lights a few candles turning to glance at the blade examing it for any damage from the last battle.
 
It was the light that seemed to do it at last that made her groan a little and shy away from it before she rolled over and opened her eyes to find herself looking up at him with his sword drawn. She panicked at that being the first things she saw as she woke. "What's wrong?!" she asked as she sat up quickly and looked about for some kind of enemy.
 
He blinks as she comes awake her voice abit panicky. He reaches out for her setting the sword aside. "Nothings wrong Kiana? I just was feeling restless and my sword needed to be cleaned is all." He gently kneels beside her touching her cheek. "I would have woken you if something was truly wrong."
 
She looked about a moment longer. When she found no threat within the tent, she calmed a little. Then turned her attention to him and how he was up and about. "What are you doing awake?" It was clearly night since the candles were lit, "What time is it even?"
 
He smiles as he sees her calm and some of her spirit return. He moves to sit back on the bed holding his sword as he takes a rag beginning to clean it gently. His fingers work carefully being precise as he works to clean off any residual blood. "Its sometime just after sunset I believe. Ive only been awake a few minutes longer then you Kiana."
 
"Oh," she said and didn't know where what more to say after that. She wished she was able to get herself back to sleep but her two small naps left her now wide awake and without an idea what to do next with him as she watched him clean his shirt, seeming to be a bit memorized by his chore.
 
He glances up slightly as he watches her looking into her eyes carefully. "Is something wrong Kiana?" He starts to set the sword to the side offering his hand to her. "We can go for a walk if youd like? Give us a chance to stretch our legs before we sleep again." He keeps his hand out to her smiling softly still.
 
She reached up to take his hand, but pulling it back in a hesitation a moment as she recalled the last time they had gone walking and what had come of it. "Are you sure it's safe? Someone might have it out for you after what you did to those other two men."
 
He shakes his head soflty ad he stands taking her hand. "None of the other men will try something like that. Most are bedding down for the night with the women they bought." He stands lifting her cloak up to drape it over her shoulders.
 
Why did what he said make her feel slightly guilty? It was a strange thing. She should be proud that she had been able to avoid him bedding her for this long, but then.... why did she feel like she was being unfair to him that he was the only solider not laying between a woman's legs at this moment. The thought gave her a need for air and so she finally accepted his offer for a walk as they left his tent.
 
He makes sure her cloak is firmly fastened around her shoulders he turns grabbing a cloak of his own. His words hadn't been said to make he feel guiltly jus to point out te truth of matters in the camp. He turns buckling his sword on as he follows her outside worriedfor her. "Kiana is everything alright?"
 
She nods and gives him a light smile, "Of course." Though more things went through her head the just everything being alright. She thought back as they walked upon the day. The things that man had said about the things he wanted to do to her... they had frightened her to think over now. What if something did happen to Lund as she found herself under a man like that which would care nothing for her own comfort of safety in the action of a bedding. Lund, thought she still had her doubts over him, she thought would be much more gently with her innocence. These sudden thoughts were alarming her on the inside thought she did not show them on the outside.
 
He walks close with her not realizing or guessing the thoughts that ran through her mind. He walks close to her wanting to seem protective of her without crowding her to much. He glances around the camp his hand dipping to touch his hilt. He turns lookin at her as he reaches up to brush a strand of her hair back
 
As they walked past the other tents, a few of the activities within them were clear from the sounds she heard. But most were not the same cries and whimpers she had heard from her fellow women the night before as they were all sold and taken to their masters beds. It was when she heard one girl cry out in such pleasure from within a tent it echoed in the night air she blushed and tugged his hand in another direction. "I think I've had enough air for one night..." she said as they were heading back to the tent.
 
He seems to ignore most of the sounds coming from the tents till the girl cries out making it echo throughout the camp. His cheeks seems to blush slightly but he tries to cover it by coughing softly a few times. He lets out a cry of surprise as she jerks his hand heading them back towards the tent they are sharing. "Kiana whats wrong?"
 
She said nothing as they got back to the tent. Leaving him as she crossed the room, her brow sweating a little as she took of the cloak she wore and put it over this pack. Her back was to him, as she took a breath and turned to him biting her lip. "I'll let you lay with me," she blurted out suddenly and without and kind of warning at all.
 
He blinks looking at her abit confused as she keeps her back to him slipping out of her cloak. He starts to say something then stops as she turns speaking to him. "I..Im sorry Kiana?" He looks at her abit confused as he turns closing the tent fully leaving them bathed in the light of a single candle. "Youve already shared a bed with me Kiana so I think Ive laid with you." He shakes his head not quite understanding her.
 
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