She looked at him silently, no emotion on her face. It would probably be a long night. She wouldn't get much sleep and she doubted he would be able to either. Not with the injuries he had sustained. She turned to stare at the fire again. Pulling the blanket closer around her, she wondered just what it was about him that made him the way he was. He was also so nice no matter what others said or did. That must be his downfall. Sleeping on the clothes protected him from the chill of the ground. There was still the cold breeze that the storm had created though. She glanced at him again. Would he be okay? His clothes were damp from coming after her. Perhaps she should lay down behind him to help keep him warm? No. She refused. Glaring into the fire, she began listing in her mind every reason she hated him.