Heading over to deal with the horses, Trex glanced over at the halter in Zelia's voice. Seeing her dash off he frowned. Drat. What did he say? Turning, he quickly worked on creating a holding pen for the horses. Being a wizard with wood-make magic it actually wasn't that hard. By time Zelia returned he had a good pen up and he was releasing the horses in it. He looked over at her. "Good." He informed her. "They should be safe here." He replied. He thought back to what they had been talking about. Maybe he left to quickly. Perhaps she thought he hadn't liked her comment about being scared. Who knew. Though he knew Zelia for some time there still a lot about her that he didn't understand. But then again, what guy understood a woman completely? Leaning against the pen he looked toward the sunset. Alright, so no training tonight but it was worth it. Zelia and him didn't get to spend a lot of time together. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. He wished he knew what he had said or did that was wrong. She had laughed when he had told his story so she couldn't have taken it wrong. Or did she just pretend to think it was funny, taking advantage of him leaving to hid what she really thought.

"It's a nice sunset." He finally stated breaking the silence. Normally, he didn't mind the silence to much. However, he still wasn't sure why Zelia had acted the way she did. Despite that, he didn't bring it up. If she wanted to tell him, she would. "If you want to take shift part of the night, that's fine." He conceded. "But try not to wear yourself down." He told her, a bit of his concern showing. Glancing away, he nodded toward the fire. "Wake me up when you are ready to go to sleep." He told her. He really didn't want it to end but he wasn't sure what else to say. As he turned, her voice stopped him. He glanced at her when she stated Skye and Flynn would be taking turns watching. The wheels in his mind slowly turned. So did that mean she was mad originally only to change her mind when talking to Flynn and Skye? It would explain the strange tone in her voice and her quietness now. Perhaps she hadn't wanted to admit it to him because she was afraid he'd rub it in. "Good." He informed her. Breaking into a smile, he spoke. "I'm glad one of my crazy childhood stories had a purpose." His smile softened. "And I meant it." He promised. "We got your back." He held back a yawn. Perhaps he should turn in. As much as he enjoyed the fact it was just the two of them they had a long trip tomorrow. "We probably should turn in." He told her regrettably. "We got a long trek tomorrow and will need our rest." 
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Glancing up at Flynn, Skye frowned a bit confused. It was great but they were brats? Was he being sarcastic? "Oh, okay." She said glancing back at the board her eyes not really seeing it. Thankfully, Zelia took that moment to interrupt. Glancing over she nodded as Zelia talked about how the two of them were in charge of keeping watch. It was a bit amusing that both were so concerned for the other. Flynn was right. They just needed to realize that they liked each other. It was obvious to Flynn and her they were. And despite her misgivings of romance, she guessed it would be better for them to just admit it. When Zelia left she turned her attention back to Flynn. She was tired and emotionally drained. The whole thing with Ryzo and Tye being in Fiore the past while combined with some memories brought up talking with Flynn had left her exhausted. "I'll take the second shift." She replied. She looked at the board. "Do you mind if we continue this tomorrow? I'm a bit tired." She confessed setting her remaining pieces aside. Nodding her thanks she pulled her bag off the bench and rolled out her sleeping bag. Removing the knife at her side she pulled an additional one out of her boot. Setting it by the sleeping bag she pretended not to notice that Flynn was in the room. 

Removing her shoes and outer skirt, which was more of a decorative article versus actual clothing as she had her bodysuit underneath, she set them aside. Putting her jacket next to it she nodded at Flynn. "Night." She said getting in her sleeping back and turning her back to him. To tired to care what Flynn thought, she reached over and grabbed the knife she has set by the sleeping bag. Setting it close enough to grab if need be she closed her eyes. "Please no nightmares." She whispered extremely quietly so as to not let Flynn hear. Closing her eyes she drifted off to sleep.
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With a jolt Skye bolted upright. A bit of moonlight filtered in and she quickly looked at her hands. Quickly dropping the knife she had been holding she turned her hands over. Heart thumping she bit her lip relieved to see that they were clean. The blood in her dream did not transcend into real life. Holding back a sob it took her a few seconds to collect herself. Realizing that she was not alone, she turned and spotted Flynn. Oh right... He was keeping watch. Thankfully for her the shadows hid her flushed face from the moonlight filtering in from the back. Great, no doubt he saw that she had a nightmare. She just hoped hadn't screamed and woken everyone else up. It was humiliating enough with one. All three finding out would be to much. Glancing away she wiped her face with her sleeve and got out of the sleeping bag. "I can take watch." She told Flynn forcing the slight quiver in her voice down. "I'm not going to be sleeping anytime soon." She said forcing hard to put on a smile. Ignoring the knife on the floor she swung her legs over, her feet touching the bare wooden floor.