Sana sat there, her head buried in her pack as people talked of their lives and the music played. The sounds it produced were beautiful, reminding her of her time as a child when she would listen to performers. Even though she had left home long ago, she was what she was, no amount of time away would ever change that and it caused her to long for the sound of a violin from time to time. At least the harp was the soft sound of fingers and strings instead of the beating of drums, it was something she could relax to as opposed to preparing for battle. It allowed her to calm herself and clear her head. She couldn’t hold it against Hugh for his laughter, knowing had the position been reversed she would have reacted in the same manner. Sometimes in life things just struck you as funny and you couldn’t help it, this was one of those times.
	
	Feeling Hugh return and sit next to her, she took a deep breath and turned her head revealing her features. A slightly remorseful look came from her eyes as her lips thinned, nodding as she looked up to him. Wanting to say something, let him know that it was okay, but she dared not speak again unless it couldn’t be helped. All Sana could think to do is reach out and pat his knee gently, giving it a slight squeeze, a small touch to hopefully convey that everything was alright. Straightening up and resting back against the wagon she waved off the tobacco. She never was one to partake in the leaf and she was afraid of any other unknown side effects at this point. Pointing to her throat and grimacing slightly she shook her head no. 

	Glancing out the back of the wagon for a moment, she hoped the effects would wear off soon enough. She felt herself becoming less awake and slightly drowsy, apparently what the barkeep had given her was not near as strong as what her mother used to brew and she was grateful. To think it may keep her awake for the next ten to twelve hours didn’t sit well with her. Letting out a sigh of relief she looked back over to Hugh and smiled slightly before turning her head away and stifling a slight yawn. 
	
	Resting down as best she could in her seat, she attempted to get comfortable but the wagon wasn’t exactly the best place for it. It wasn’t exactly like the wagons she grew up with, grand and opulent, a fully functioning home on wheels. Right now she would have paid a kings ransom for the soft deep feathered beds and colorful sheets of her youth. For now she would have to settle with the hard wood of the wagon.