[The things in italics are part of her book, just a heads up.]

"Can you not stay?" Verya asked, taking a step towards him as he stood on the balcony. The wind brushed past his hair, sending the dark curls flying in different directions and tumbling across his face. Her voice had a sense of pleading, of begging in it, asking him if he would stay with her for one night. Just one night. One night of happiness, of pain, of fear, of love. Einion just closed his eyes and bowed his hand, strong hands coming up and resting upon the railing of the balcony. A sigh slipped from his lips, and Verya felt something pressing against her heart on the inside. Something stirred. Now she was closer to him, her hands pressing up against his back.
"You know what happens when the sun rises." He stated clearly, his head rising and looking out into the night. Verya shook her head.
"Einon, please. Please." The last word of her begging was incredibly soft, a whisper. He inhaled slowly and -

Julianne glanced up from the book and to the door of where one of Merlin's helpers was walking in with a tray. Always at the good part of the books, come the interruptions. "Couldn't come up himself, eh?" She asked with something of a smile upon her lips. She placed the book down and met him halfway, exchanging money and the tray. On the tray was a bowl of what appeared to be some kind of beefy stew with toasted and buttered bread on a small plate on the tray. Along with that was a medium sized cup of tea and a spoon. Julianne placed the tray upon the night stand beside his bed, removing the herbs from her pants pocket. Part of the contents were placed into the tea, and she stirred it in. This would help him fall back asleep sleep and allow the cut to heal.

She got everything situated and sat down to begin to read again.Her thoughts went to the man, he had been tossing and turning throughout the whole ordeal as he slept. Julianne got about ten more minutes of reading, when he suddenly jerked up on the bed. She jumped herself, the book falling from her lap and onto the floor. He looked around the room, and would probably see Julianne leaned up against the small table that had the small lantern-like light on it. After a minute of remaining silent, she inhaled slowly. "Everything is alright, Sir. You're in a tavern, had a bit of a nasty flash over your eye. I got it sewn up for you, and there's bandages covering it and your eye so it heals. You, uh, should eat something and get some more rest." She crossed over to the night stand and rested the rest of the herbs on the tray. "Those will help you sleep, some are already in the tea." It was none of her business what he was dreaming about, or what happened. Slowly, she turned and was making her way to pick up her things to leave.

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All that I'm after is a life full of laughter.