Fawn: Gets the dagger from my belt and examines it in my hand. It was extremely light in weight, and the blade was sharp. "Good craftsmanship. This isn't one of mine." I mutter to myself turning it in the dimming light
Cato: He wakes up again. He is lying on his bed. Wondering how he got there he sits up a bit but lies down again getting tired from that small effort. He sees the slave looking at his with a bowl of water and a folded cloth in her hand. "Did you bring me here?" He asks and sighs when he nods. Shivering, he pulls the blanket over him "thanks"
Mark: wakes from his dream as he recalls killing a mother with two children. He sits on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. "that wasnt me, not the current me" he tells himself. He stands up, takes a deep breath, and wanders back to his post.
Fawn: Slips the dagger back into my belt and gets my sword out and mutters "this is still better craftsmanship though."
Cato: The slave soaks the cloth in water and folds it, placing it over his forehead. Then she leaves a cup of warm water with herbs by his bed and exits the room. After that he falls asleep
Fawn: Walks away ands heads towards where Cato said he stayed. When I get there I knock on the door lightly then open it.
Fawn: Chuckles before picking up the hankercheif and placing it back on his head "moving won't help it stay on." I whisper softly
Cato: He opens an eye when he hears Fawn and forces a smile. He scoots over making place for her to sit "Did you loose something?" He teases and chuckles.
Fawn: "No I didn't loose anything. I was getting stiff from standing guard outside Fae's room." Sits down on the space and looks at Cato "you're looking a bit under the weather."
Cato: "It's just the stress and the lack of sleep, I should feel better with some rest" he says sitting up