"Listen. I understand the sentiment and really appreciate it. But if you are to survive until we get to the village, I want you to rest. Don't worry. If I feel like there isn't any danger, i'll go to sleep ok? So go sleep. I'll be fine." Muttered Korlash. He was impressed by the small girl's persistence. She wasn't giving up no matter what. She wanted him to sleep. His eyes fluttered but he wasn't giving up on guarding. He didn't know what to do once they got to the village. Would the elders still shun him? Would they welcome him? He decided not to stress about it and make himself more tired than he was already.

It was nightfall when Korlash decided that the hunters finally left. Good. No violence, no bloodshed. With a sigh of relief, Korlash decided to trace the scar he recieved when he was young. In a way, it had started this all. this was what marked him exiled from the village. While tracing his scar, Korlash's legs gave out and he finally passed out into sleep.