"Sleepwalking?" Sam replied, her voice tired and confused. It took effort to think about it but she couldn't remember ever sleepwalking before in her life... But his explanations made sense. Dreaming and sleepwalking made sense, didn't they? And if they didn't she was not in the right state of mind to think about it or argue with him. So, for the moment, she believed him. "I guess I'm lucky a Jockal didn't eat me." Her lips flickered into a weak smile at her joke. "Try not to look so grim all of the time," Sam advised him as she closed her eyes for a moment. August asked if she could walk as he draped her arm over his neck and held her firmly around her middle. Sam looked down at her feet and regretted the action immediately. "I don't know," she admitted truthfully. "I could try?" She didn't want to but she would. For him.

At the corner of her eye she though she saw a tiny girl sitting on a boulder and watching them. But when her head turned she saw no one, and she wrote it off as a figment of her imagination. Eolande had darted off when the two mortals had started walking away. The fairy princess was going back to the fairy realm, but was careful to avoid her brother. No doubt he'd be furious with her.

August and Sam moved slowly, which she was grateful for. Her legs felt like lead and moved clumsily, and she leaned against him heavily, dependent on him to keep her upright and moving. "Sorry," she kept telling him, when she leaned on him too much or when she tripped on something, which was often. She wondered how far she had wandered and if she had the energy to make it all the way back without needing him to carry her.

At his words she looked over at him. It was too dark to notice the change in his right eye just yet, so she was smiling. "You want to watch over me?" Sam asked and she laughed a little, it was a tired sound, and leaned her head against his shoulder. "It's almost as though you like me... But yeah. It's fine. Sleeping sounds good, not going back to Raquelle's tent sounds good, and you keeping an eye on me...I guess that sounds good, too." Maybe it was because she was so weak and tired but him having his arm around her waist, and being pressed against him like this, it felt nice. Safe. Secure. She could stay with him like this for hours. "I might just fall asleep before we even get back. Would you hate me if I asked you to carry me? Walking's....walking is hard." 

Her voice had gotten smaller and weaker with each word and she was silent for a while before she spoke to him again. Sam had leaned her head back to look up at him, her gray eyes tired but shining. "Thank you, August. For coming to get me. You're a good man. I think you're problem is that you've gotten a little bit lost. But you have a good heart somewhere in there." She gently prodded his chest with her hand before setting her head against his shoulder again.