Em remained silent, as the dreams of freedom got crashed into bits. Out of the corner of her eye she could see him rubbing his eyes, she crawled to him and placed the jacket on his shoulders."It's yours anyway," she said sitting down and resting her hands on her knees. Her chocolate brown eyes were warm, but staring at the ground or shifting of somewhere but never looked directly at him. If she ever made eye contact she would simply turn her head slightly, her cheeks were a little flustered but probably from the fire or exercise.