"No, I won't draw my sword on a living person," Samuel said to Mika. There were probably those among them that thought it ridiculous that he would have such a promise to himself, but it made sense to him. Which was all that mattered.
Wyvern left, saying she needed to use the bathroom. But she seemed troubled by something. There was something that she didn't want anyone else to see. When the bandage was finally in place he looked to the forest across from him and saw the almost military-esque woman coming from the trees. The only reason he hadn't already had a knife in hand was that her hand wasn't on the trigger of that silenced rifle.
After some questions for the new woman, Sam, he relaxed a little. As much as he normally did at least. Pulling his shirt back on as he nodded Matt to go after Wyvern, as he was more likely to help her calm down than any one of them. Harry and Sam chatted about their history and what they had been through before an accidental touch sent Harry off into the woods with Blitz.
When Harry didn't come back for a bit he mentioned that someone should go make sure he was alright. If something bit him he would likely be unconscious and unable to get help. Sam spoke up and headed to him. "I'll take first watch," Samuel said, finishing the placement of the last belt on his torso. Pulling his hood up once again, he actually removed the mask he had been wearing, revealing the rather solemn face beneath. Moving to a spot by the barn he leaned his back against it as he moved into the shadow.
Everyone returned, eventually, and soon it was just him awake. Periodically he would move forward, place a log on the fire to keep it going, and return to his post by the barn. Sitting there under the moonlight, the glow of the fire only barely licking at his black shrouded figure, he pulled out a small trinket from his pocket. It didn't seem like much, just a small wooden pendant on a leather cord. The pendant was a small carving of a rose, the only thing he had left of his sister.
He ran his calloused thumb over the shaped petals as he remembered when he got it for her. He had found it outside in the dirt. A broken chain attached to it, and a small stain of blood that almost made it seem like a real rose. He had cleaned it up and put it on a leather cord for her. It was their secret. If his father had found out that Samuel had gone outside without his permission, Samuel would have likely been locked in a trunk for a full day.
The pendant had been in his hand when he awoke from his three day coma. Someone apparently knew its importance and made sure that he had it. The last remains of his beloved sister. When he hear footsteps coming toward him from the group he slipped it back into his pocket, keeping it out of sight and a secret, like he had so long ago.
"My shift isn't over," he said without looking to the person that walked up. "You still have another hour to sleep."
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