The rain didn't seem as harsh and cold anymore, though it was still far from welcome. The firm hand on his shoulder was enough to remind the younger prince that he was being closely watched. Was it for the best? Frey didn't think so. He was minutely grateful for Augustine and Cassius coming to his 'rescue'. Frey wasn't wearing shoes, but the disgusting squishing of damp forest under his feet didn't bother him as much as it should have. In his own mind, no one had saved his petty existence. Not even Asbel, who had followed him first and whose feathers had closed the bite wound. 

No, it wasn't someone coming to his rescue, it was luck that he didn't get killed right away by the monster made of nightmares. Actually, perhaps it wasn't luck but careful planning. What if the monster's plan was to keep him alive so he could be further tormented. From now on, Frey would call the grotesque creature 'Tentacles'. The thing had never spoken to him, and though it terrorized him his whole life, Frey had never seen the creature's entire body. He had only seen the shadowy tentacles, and the large mouth full of gleaming black teeth. In the monster's throat, there was an eye. 

Though he was deep in thought, the prince looked around cautiously as they arrived back at their encampment. Frey rolled the cork-capped vial around between his fingers. "Don't tell me what to do! Shut up!" He hissed hostilely. His heart pumper furiously, as he was a bit paranoid something would come popping out of seemingly nowhere. Nevertheless, the young man did little than snarl and then slowly part the opening of the tent. Once inside, he changed his clothes, and after rubbing some of the feather-potion onto his bare soles, slipped on a new pair of socks and his hard traveling boots. Vaguely, he wondered why he even owned a pair of traveling boots and traveling clothes. 

After he had neatened himself up, the prince shuffled back out of the tent with his typical better-than-you rebellious look. The dawn was quickly approaching, and Frey's gaze softened as he looked up at the sky through cracks in the topiary of the forest. It was a cerulean blue, and the stars were dim but visible. The storm clouds seemed to have blown away, but there was still some water that dripped from the pine needles. The moon still was clearly visible, like a single eye in the sky. Frey was used to the dawn, as he tried his best to wake up early in order to minimize sleeping time. 

"Hmph. Let's hurry this process up, damn it! Traveling with you guys is terrible! I hate it!" He snarled to no one in particular, despite his earlier near-kindness to Asbel.