"I don't think you are fine, you must have broke a few ribs." Samie helped him walk to the back and helped him sit next to the wall while she laid a few blankets down. The siren helped him walk back over and helped him lay down,"I told you to tell me the truth, Pat."

"I did! I just got up wrong is all." The boy said laying down with a hand on his side. "We can still do it if you want but you will have to lead." He coughed lightly looking up at her.

"What do you think they are talking about." Toril whispered. She could hear the sounds of voices but the words were too faint.
"I haven't a clue..."

"No, Patrick, you are hurt. I don't really want you to get hurt even more." Samie whispered, and turned away from him and closed her eyes, not wanting him to argue with her about it. "If we need to escape tomorrow and you're hurt what will we do?"

"I haven't the slightest idea..." the boy said turning his back to her. He was a tad bit upset yet she had a point he was too hurt to do most of anything. "Maybe one of the mages can heal it by then. As soon as I'm well though..."

Samie nodded, falling asleep. During the middle of the night, Samie took almost all of the blanket while she turned and rolled, leaving Patrick with a sliver of it. She rolled closer to Pat, curling into a ball next to his back.

(Brr cold cave. Gtg, night)

(You alive?)

(I live! Sorry was very busy on a trip.)

Sleep was nearly impossible to get, with the pain of his sides every little movement was excruciating. So he simply sat there, waiting for the light of morning to shine through the front of the cave. All was silent, save for soft breathing of the people around him. He had almost drifted off to sleep early in the morning when a large, so large that it was as tall as a man, wolf padded into the cave. It's eyes shone in the dim light of the moon as it eyed each of the humans before heading towards the back of the cave. After a few minutes it left with something clasped in it's mouth. Patrick watched it until it turned and gazed at him with its orange eyes. It stared for a moment before dashing off with a slight limp on its hind leg. The boy shivered from then until morning, his face pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Samie woke up early, as she was trained to wake up at 5:30 every day. She looked around the cave, not knowing where she was for a few seconds, then remembered they had to leave the ship. She turned and found Patrick white as a sheet. "Patrick? Are you okay? Are you cold?"

(It's fine! I just got a little confused because of our streak of like 100 post per minute then it just stopping. I worry a lot.)

"It...it's eyes...they looked human." The boy shuttered wrapping his arms about his chest. "It stared right at me...like it wanted something from me..."

"What looked at you? What are you talking about?" Samie sat up straighter,"Do you have a concussion? You hit your head pretty hard in the ship...I could go get Onmund or Toril or someone."