[h2][color=red]S A B L E[/color][/h2]

	He tensed up once Cynthia's back touched his own. He fist balled up on his knees, crumpling so tight that the exertion had manifested in the form of heat. As tempting as it was and as much as he wanted to pretend he didn't notice, Cynthia's actions had become clearer to him. When she moved, he found his eyes following her in hopes that she wouldn't make things difficult for him. 

	She wasn't in the vision but that could have been because of several unfortunate things. She could have been the first one to fall to him, the beginning of it all, or she could have run off. An entire guild of enemies could be intimidating. Either way, he was unsure of how he wanted to proceed with her.

	"Nah," he answered, raising up from his spot and rubbing his crimson locks roughly. 

	After a moment of pacing back and forth, he finally said: "You can sleep alone can't you?" he asked with malice, anger. "Stop getting so damn close to me! Have you forgotten who I'am? I'm the same guy that tried to roast your ass back at the guild... I told you before we left this wouldn't be a easy journey. Get use to taking care of yourself or go home."