Cyrdic gripped her hand in his, callused fingers entwined within her coppery hand. He smiled to her, reassuringly. "From what I've seen you do, you're as much of a warrior as I am. Plus I don't think I'd have had quite as much fun of a time as I'd have with an ornmanet." he said, and kissed her forehead. "Get some rest. We're both just tired." 

Cyrdic helped her into bed, and then stepped away. He poked his head into the hall to make sure no one knew he was in her room, and then slipped out. 

Once there, he leaned against the wall outside her door and simply rested there for a moment, collecting his thoughts. Not for the first time did he think that maybe he should go back to Ostland, or hire himself out to a free company regiment. Not because he wished to be away from Camilla or this life, but perhaps it would be the right thing to do. He'd seen men better than he die so much. Why should he be so fortunate as to- 

Fortunate? He's had bad luck after bad luck. That and good luck. Treasures, love, danger, hours of bone breaking tiredness. Ulric, he didn't know. He really couldn't see himself not using his sword, and ordering the men out on the trail earlier was as natural to him as a fish swimming. 

[i]You're a fool. You'd regret going off without her everyday[/i]. He thought to himself, in which he chastised himself back again for being a fool to find himself in this position in the first place. The middle of the Drakwald, surrounded by Chaos warriors, Beastmen, a Dragon, and crazed Templars. 

"...Fuck it," he said, pushing off the wall to head out to the front of the keep, out into the inner walls of the castle and along the battlements. It was truly night now, and only a few men were out on patrol. He didn't quite feel like sleeping yet, so the rugged young man planted himself onto the wall, sliding down a parapet until his rump hit stone, simply gazing out into the wilderness and hoping he could find a Beastmen's skull to crack soon. That always helped his head. 
[@Penny]