"Oh, please don't ask him to tell a story," Fiona groaned from the front, glancing back at the little thing, the Petal as she called herself, on Tobias. "You have no idea what you're in for." She didn't think she would be at first, but Fiona had actually gotten used to the thief's near constant talking on the road. Only the first few days did Fiona feel like she was required to say something in return. At some point, she began to figure it was just a mechanism of his, a reflex that kicked in when traveling, and many other times. Somehow, it had stopped bothering her.

"We'll be camping for the nights, so no wagon driving in the dark. Safer that way, and even if some of us don't need rest, the horses do." Hopefully Sana and Derrix would find a decent place for them, before they reached the next village.

Glancing over at Hugh, off to the side and keeping to himself, Fiona opened one of her packs and retrieved the best-looking apple she could find, of the few she'd grabbed. Trotting her horse slowly over to arm's reach of Hugh, she pulled up alongside him, holding out the apple in her hand.

"Hungry?" She'd noticed his... [i]gloomy[/i], perhaps it could be called, demeanor, and since the others seemed to be making conversation well enough on the wagon, she thought it would be prudent to check on him. "You know, if you're worried about Sana, I'm sure she'll be fine. You two have good horses, and she's very capable, as is Derrix." The invitation to speak his mind to her was left unsaid, but there all the same. Again Fiona had no desire to pry where she wasn't wanted, but she was nothing if not a friend and listener, especially to those she suspected needed one.