He knew he should sleep soon, but he wasn't ready for the rest yet. His mind was occupied with thoughts that made him restless. Nevermind the fact that the bandits might still be lurking around, searching for them. Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to keep the fire alive. Ayne must have worked hard. She made beds and gathered some food for them, after all. As Varren fed another piece of wood to the starving flame, he heard a subtle noise. It was a sneeze coming from Ayne's side of the cave. Worried that she might catch a cold, Varren grabbed his coat and sheltered Ayne from the cold. He'll be alright, but she's a kid from a pampered household.
