Sana was falling slowly, trying to fight the sleep that was entangling her; bow and arrow slipping from her fingers as she felt an arm wrap around her. Looking at Hugh, her eyes drifting closed despite fighting it. She heard his words but could form none of her own to respond, barely able to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders to try to steady herself against him. 

          Sinking with him slowly to the ground, part of her wanted to push away but she couldn't. Sleep was taking a hold quickly and his grasp far too comforting after more than a day without solid rest. Feeling his other arm slip around her waist she could fight it no longer; body curling against his as fight gave way to slumber.