Sana leaned back against her seat and sighed deeply, she was beyond embarrassed at this point. She had acted the fool, lost her composure once again, stumbled over her words and to add insult to injury she now sounded like a mouse who was caught in a trap every time her lips parted. Looking at Hugh as he stammered over his word and exclaimed an attempt at an exclamation she felt her face go red. Turning away from him quickly and shifting in her place she attempted to cover her reaction. She was mortified and felt matters couldn't get any worse. Of course, she was wrong. As most know you should never believe it can't get any worse, it always can. And it did.

It was soft at first but it slowly became a sound that couldn't be ignored. Hugh sitting there laughing whole heartedly and doing a horrid job at attempting to cover it up. Her head turning slowly to look at him out of the corner of her vision, her eyes slitted in frustration. As he got up to go to his horse she squeaked a shout as best she could. "Stop laughing! It's not funny!" 

Grumbling she picked up her pack and dropped it in her lap before bending down and resting her head upon it, arms wrapped around it and hands locking on opposite wrists to stay in place. She refused to look back over to Hugh as he returned or answer him. She rocked slightly on place as the wagon pulled out and a bit more once again as speed picked up outside of the city. Hopefully now she could get some rest and wake up in the morning, this whole thing nothing more than a bad memory, but she knew the substance would keep her away for a while longer.