"Can't fault me for trying." Ghent shrugged, unfazed by the refusal. For the time being, he gave up on trying to help her. Elayra was undoubtedly used to much worse when it came to injury, and Ghent didn't want to risk riling her any more than necessary. She'd already pulled an arrow on him, he didn't want to find out what would happen next.
	 Despite very little sleep, Ghent felt completely awake and alert. Unlike Elayra, he was lazy in the fact that he didn't bother to keep a lookout for foes. Elayra was diligent enough for the both of them, and well equipped to boot. 
	As he contemplated asking more about the dangers of Wonderland, Ghent felt Elayra grab his wrist. Startled, he wondered if she'd spotted something, though she answered him before he might ask. They were taking a short stop of some kind, one that went in the opposite direction of the Book Barn.
	"Why?" Ghent followed after the blonde, bewildered by the sudden detour. "[i]You just said[/i] we were wasting time!" 
	The pavilion provided very little clues as to what Elaya's purpose was; the only benefit from the structure was to shield them from the rain, which was only useful for one of them.
	"Hey, I think I carved my name into one of these." Ghent observed a table in passing, hoping to find evidence of his once being there. Preoccupied with the hunt for graffiti, Ghent overheard the small, soft thud of the bow being set down. Confused, he turned to Elayra as she instructed him to close his eyes. 
	"What for?" Ghent was incredulous and unwilling to comply. "Is this a test or something?"
	Had this been Drust, Ghent may have been more compelled to follow orders, but he was reluctant to agree with Elayra without some sort of explanation as to what was going on. She was not his superior, why should he listen?