Faire picked at her food but did not finish the portion she was given and instead tossed the remnant aside. Elk was a perfectly fine meal but she wasn't helpless and Faire worked it up in her head that accepting that food meant submitting herself to this group. Sleep had also scarcely presented itself to the weary Snow Elf. A sentry was placed to watch over the captive and fearing for her own safety, Faire slept very lightly throughout the night in her bundle of fur and hide by the fire. 

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There wasn't a lot of heavy sleeping so when dawn arrived, Faire felt exhausted. She groggily paced the camp until the Nord, Nikos, returned her weapons. "I have." She answered the Nord as she slipped her daggers back into their holsters. "I will accompany you. For now." She bent down and slung her quiver behind her back and took her bow from Niko's hand. Faire could feel a bit of energy and confidence surge in at her weapons return, especially her old dagger. "Dragons will be no small feat, Nord." She leaned in and muttered quietly, intending on this on being only for Niko's ears. "Remember their faces. Many will fall in this quest. I won't be sticking around to care." She pulled away and without another word, she flung her hood over her head and strode off, lost in her thoughts.