"No." The woman said turning her back to the girl. Quickly she tossed her wet top to the side before slipping the robes on then removing her pants. "We'er both women, I doubt if you changed in front of me I would see anything I hadn't seen many of times before." Toril said her back still turned. It was a risky move yet a sign of trust. And if the woman tried anything, well she would have another thing coming for her.

(I was kinda thinking he would be more concerned with the fact that he was shirtless in front of them both.)

(Oh, yup, that also)

Samie stayed quiet while shutting then window and taking off her soaked clothes and putting on the dry ones. She found herself nervous about going back outside the inn alone unarmed again. She put her muddy clothes on a wooden chair and dried her dirty hair with the towel. "You can turn back around now," Samie took out one of the chairs and sat in it, asking herself how long she would be in the inn and how long it woulld be until Onmund woke up.


(Was I saying Osmund?)

(I honestly wasn't paying much attention if you were...Hawkeye is the most observant...)

She did, taking a seat at the head of the bed, running a hand through the man's hair as she did. "You should get some sleep, or at least rest until dawn. It's dangerous for a woman to be out alone at night." Despite her dizzy state she refused to lay down to sleep until the girl did. "I have a bedroll if you want to use it for the night."

(Lol, I was, PurePoison has a good memory)

"Oh, yeah, that'd be nice," Samie had just realized how tired she was, she had worked a 4 hour shift at the bar, and was up for 2 more hours working on Onmund. She stood to go grab it from Toril then went back to where she was sitting before. The siren rolled out the bed near the table, in the middle of the room, away from all the windows. Toril's clothes were a size or two too big on her, which was a big change from the clothes that were stuck to her skin a few seconds ago.


(Samie is me right now)

As soon as the girl was laid down and more or less asleep Toril rose from her perch on the bed and lightly climbed in next to the man. In all honesty this was one of the rare times in their relationship that she had beaded down with him in such a way. Onmund tended to be the type of guy that felt self conscious about his appearance, thus normally slept clothed. On top of that they had never been...intimate before. It felt strange when she placed a kiss one his forehead and turned her back to him...it was almost as if this whole ordeal brought them just a tad bit closer.

(I swear I know how to spell...)

Samie watched the two for another hour before finally falling asleep. It was strange being in the same room with a man, but only he wasn't paying any attention to her. She was to used to her appointments that it was hard for her to fall asleep in the strange room.

(I'm gonna do one or two more responses then go to sleep)

It was nearly dawn before the rain seemed to slow to a light drizzle, and even longer after that until the man woke. Carefully he opened his eyes raising a hand to rub sleep from them as he yawned. Pain immediately throbbed up his arms as he moved them, reminding him of the all but unpleasant experience of the night before. He gazed at the bandages about his arms and sighed lowering them only to end up nearly elbowing Toril in the face. His face suddenly took on a crimson hue and he lifted the sheets slightly. His shirt was gone, though everything else was as he left it. Still though it was embarrassing to be laying half nude in a bed with someone! But could one really be embarrassed if it was their own wife?

Samie had woke up not long after Onmund and was sitting on the floor, wondering what he would do when he saw her. She was tempted to say something, then stopped herself, she owed this man her life, and yet, they were still doing favors for her. Samie should had went home as soon as the threat was gone and Onmund was stitched up, but she didn't. Why did she stay in the inn with two strangers?

The woman woke as the man's arm came down on her. Lazily she stretched and yawned some before looking up at him. "Good morning." She smiled at him lovely. He returned the gaze with a look of confusion and embarrassment as his cheeks grew even more red. He couldn't think of anything to say, what could he say?! Looking away was good enough for the moment, thus he turned his gaze from her finding himself looking into the eyes of the girl from the night before. How humiliating! "Raise and shine, we have a day ahead of us." Toril said climbing over him and slipping on her own clothes again.

Samie saw Onmund look at her and felt her cheeks turn red. "D-Do I need to leave now?" She slowly stood grabbing her preforming clothes from the chair, feeling them to see if they were dry. Her hair was still caked in mud and her fingernails had dirt under them also. Samie glanced out the window, the man's body was gone, with no trail of blood or dirt.