eyes in the dark

Jorah considered the fire-roasted rabbit, but shook his head. By now, all of his emotions filled his stomach with their cottonball prickles, and there was just no room in him for anything else.

[color=orange]"I'm not dying of starvation yet - It is yours - and the sun rises tomorrow enough for me. Wake me at my turn," [/color]he trailed, rising. He turned away from the nameless Warden to find a spot on the forest floor with a comfortable cushion of pine needles. Soon, the gentle crackle of the fire lulled him to sleep.

***

Jorah's eyes open with the clamor of the new sun. He abruptly rolled up and looked around, assuming she took this as an opportunity to leave him, but he saw her nearby and he sighed. Jorah wasn't often afraid of being alone, but he knew this would be a tough hike and anything could happen where Darkspawn prowled. 

Jorah got up, smelled himself, and promptly shelved the truth that by now he stank, not only of sweat, but of rotting blood. 

He closed his eyes, listening to the leaves.

Everything was enchanting. 

Nothing was foul. 

He would soon be out of these woods and taking a break from all this wonderful travel at his villa estate.

He smiled, fresh, the night before consolidated away, only to realize he had taken the Warden's sleep. He gave her a puzzled look and walked over to her.

[color=orange]"You didn't wake me-?"[/color] he asked only to be interrupted by the impatient and loud outburst of his stomach. Was that rabbit still uneaten? He was so hungry he'd take his chances that it hadn't spoiled overnight, and he glanced at what remained of the campfire.