Raffey found himself wondering just how hard of a life it was being a half-breed in Pyresia. He didn't understand racism. In his deserts, life was so difficult, so dangerous, that no one cared about other races. What mattered was staying alive, no matter what. No one cared what race a dead person was. 

It must be sad to be hated so much for something you couldn't change. Though, perhaps his own race wasn't the best to be thinking that. After all, everyone thought them to be human because that's how they appeared outside of the deserts. He watched the curvaceous woman rise, and heard her offer. 

He knew from her earlier advances that she was more than willing for a roll in the hay, but his heart wasn't in it. But falling asleep with another nearby would be nice, especially considering how lonely the nights without Dibney had been. 

He smiled and nodded, taking her hand and standing up. He found it strange how warm her skin was, but it would be nice to sleep against. He kept a gentle grip on her fingers, letting her lead him to her tent. When they got cozy and comfortable, he whispered in her ear, [color=fff79a][b]"Than' yah, Drrrrrakuh."[/b][/color] And for the first time since he'd lost Dibney, he slept entirely through the night.