It was good for Illyce's pride that Luna fell asleep.

After all. She was lost. It turned out that she hadn't entirely thought through the idea of running back to Lot's camp when she wasn't sure that he even knew how to start a fire, let alone signal her to his location discreetly. Even Goya was a little drowsy, his steps more deliberate on the forest floor. Judging by the way his hooves squished against the muddy ground, she figured they were reaching the swampy regions which they had previously traversed. She draped her cloak over Luna. This was going to take awhile—or shorter, depending on how long she could keep herself awake.

Only crickets and Goya's hoof beats were keeping her awake; Luna's warmth against her wasn't helping.

"You know any other good alcoves, buddy?" She wondered aloud.

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Meanwhile, Lot was still nursing a stubbed toe made from his gathering of firewood. It might even have had a splinter in it, but something slipped his mind about why he was gathering firewood when Illyce was the better firestarter...

"Let alone better at saving damsels. Damnit," he muttered as he then desperately tried to start a fire with flint.
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Illyce patted Luna's head.

"We'll make it back soon. If not, we'll just camp out somewhere else, look for our [i]actual camp[/i] tomorrow... That sound like a good plan?" She thought that she wasn't going to sound lucid. If these weren't words that would come out of her when entirely rested, she was sure that they would still fall on def, sleeping ears.