Alise sat in front of the fire, her legs crossed and her hands playing with the hem of her skirt.
"Aren't you tired?" Gerard asked.
Alise shook her head slightly and tiredly, "not really, my matabolism says its time to wake up, but i've been awake all day so I am tired."
"Why don't you sleep?"
She shook her head stubbornly, "I can't let my defences down, I may not be starving, but I still can't risk it."
"Its really that hard?"
"Not normally, but with all the carnage we've seen lately I'd rather not take the chance."
"Ah, well you could at least lay down."
That was a good idea, Alise slid to her side propping her head up with her arm. Gerard close by.
