[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

His eyes flickered open, the confusion of the battle and arguments before hand still fresh in his mind. Even still the affects of whatever had put him to sleep had his head pounding, he rubbed the side of his head and knew then that he was laying on his side, vision still blurry as he tried to right himself. He pulled on his arm but felt something laying on it. 

[i]What the hell is laying on me?[/i] he asked himself absently while his vision returned. 

His eyes widened once he realized who was on his arm. It was Cynthia. And his hand was in the small of her back, the other that she was laying tenderly on, cupping her head. He was inches from her face, their foreheads just barely touching. He grew flustered and knew his cheeks were pink but hoped they weren't. 

Swallowing the steel blocking his breath, he tried to stop the toasty rise in his temperature. 

"How the hell did this even happen?" he whispered to himself, ignorant of the other guild members waking up.