Trevor leaned against a wall with his arms closed as Noble and Duncan spoke to the inhabitants of this house. They didn't need his help here. 
When the options for sleeping were presented he was quick to make his choice. "Hayloft," he stated. "I'm sure his highness over here won't mind."
If this was his house he wouldn't want some strangers sleeping inside. And hay would be more comfortable than the floor of this house, and both options were equally dry. Therefor the choice was easy.

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Mikhal was busy with a flint and firestone when Ricky took off and he didn't notice her falling down when he heard her crash into the ground. He had partly risen when he noticed Alan was already with her, so he continued trying to get a spark in the kindling so they would have a fire soon. 

Meria turned to Ark when the dragon spoke to her and she nodded. She walked away from the camp and put the small water dragon on the ground. Her eyes seemed to get a blueish hue and a moment later a small fountain erupted next to her. The water that fell on the ground floated away from the camp, but the water in the air was clean. 
"I will be able to keep this going long enough for everyone to drink and fill a pot and waterskins," she told her travel companions.

The water dragon flew up and squealed as she flew through the water.

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"Maxson..." Rachel repeated and she closed her eyes. Fiona, feeling the same grief, lowered her head.
Their leader was dead. Now what? Who would lead them to victory without Maxson. And they couldn't even appoint a new leader, because the Order wasn't complete. They couldn't make that descision as long as the other surviving members didn't return to their base.

When she heard Destiny's voice, she opened her eyes again and turned to face the woman. "You're not intruding," Rachel told her.