Emma nodded at Arturo, feeling better now that she was changed and dried off, her freckled cheeks a gentle pink colour as she blushed. "Y-yes." She apologized quietly for having woken Arturo up like that, she hated troubling him... even more so now that he treated her differently.

SHe waited to settle down on the bed with Arturo, curling gently into him for protection.

The mage moved his arm about her small frame. Sloane hopped onto the bed to join them, curling up right in between. He was curious where Denzell had wandered off to, but for now, he was satisfied being with these two.

Emma had trouble falling asleep, haunted by what had happened, giving soft whimpers in the night when she finally did drift off, murmuring out the word 'no' over and over again before she started to stir again and cry quietly, trying so hard to keep from waking Arturo should he be asleep, feeling too much like a burden already.

Denzell returned late at night, the quiet coldness not yet dissipating. He retreated to his room and laid down, curious what became of Emma, but too tired to get up and search for her whereabouts.

Emma had heard Denzell return, shifting carefully in Arturo's hold, but she didn't move to go see him. She was afraid to leave Arturo's secure hold. She closed her blue-green eyes again to try and sleep once more, slowly drifting off.

Sloane's ears twitched as he heard the familiar footsteps of Denzell. He had spent years with him and recognized that tempo so well. Picking himself up, he escaped Arturo's room to join his friend.

Emma shifted when Sloane left them, her body snuggling in closer to Arturo now that the feline wasn't between them.

SHe woke early in the morning as the sun flowed into the room, stirring slowly and opening her green eyes. "Mnh..." She was feeling a little better now, rubbing at her face with one hand, minding the sore areas--the initial shock of what had happened was slowly wearing off... it was still nothing compared to the tribe so it was easier to push to the back of her mind and pretend that she was perfectly fine.

Arturo had laid in bed, reading a book while he waited for Emma to awaken. While he was hungry, he decided to stay put. The frightened look in her eyes the night before was quite telling.

"Good morning, Em. How are you feeling?"

Emma blinked a few times when she realized the man had been reading, shifting slowly to try and sit up, still shaken up a bit but she was feeling far better than before. "Ah... Better. Thank you..." She trailed off and looked out the window, sighing out slowly. She pressed her hands to her stomach as it made it's hunger known, frowning a bit--she didn't think she could go out in just this shirt--was her dress dry yet? She supposed she'd have to wash it later too--it was surely muddy from her struggle near the water the night before.

"You sound hungry. Should I request something be brought in or ask Denzell to get us food?" He nudged her playfully. "What would you like?"

She gasped a little at the nudge, and it earned a little smile from her, blushing faintly. "I... Just want some bread and fruit." She replied gently, wondering to herself if Denzell had returned... and if he was still being so strange.

"You can wait here for just a moment...or would you prefer coming with me to check on him?"

"I-I'll come with you." She stated, furrowing her brow a bit. She was afraid to be alone and she was still worried about Denzell. She moved to get up with Arturo, tugging the shirt down a little bit and flattened it out slowly against her body.

Arturo moved his arm around her and went along to the room beside his. He knocked at the door. Knocked again. And again.

"I wonder if he's out still." He pushed open the door to see Denzell facing the window, petting Sloane.

Emma was growing even more worried now as they revealed that he was in there. "He... He's been like this ever since we got here. He wouldn't even come to dinner with me, and he loves food!" She left Arturo's side to venture into the room to touch Denzell's shoulder, frowning even more.

"Denzell...? Denzell, what's the matter?"

Denzell's eyes turned to her.

"M'okay," he murmured softly. After traveling around all night and sleeping little, he was feeling exhausted. Far too tired to keep up with the heavy weights placed upon his shoulders.

"Why don't we get some food? Aren't you hungry?" She questioned, shifting to gently tug on the man's arm to try and get him to stand up. Maybe he shouldn't have come along with them on this trip... Something didn't seem right.

Denzell rose and went along with Emma silently. His usual grin was absent. Arturo watched him some before leading the way downstairs to a pub for some food.

Emma felt a little vulnerable in jsut that oversized shirt, but she felt safer with the two men beside her, clutching gently at Denzell's arm as they headed down to the pushing in against him with a gasp when she realized the man she'd encountered that night was in the pub, hiding her face against his arm as the man spotted her, his hand bandaged from her biting him and he had a few scratches on his face from her nails, as well as on his arms.

Denzell and Arturo had a seat with Emma in between. The mage informed them that they were free to order whatever they'd like. He made sure to order a drink to calm him nerves, despite how early it was, he needed it.

Danielle ordered some fruit and bread like she'd wanted, squirming a little though she was relaxing between the two men. She glanced at the man she'd encountered briefly, still nervous to be anywhere near him. She hoped they left again soon--for both her and Denzell's sake, she was sure it was something about this place that was affecting him!

Denzell hesitated before he ordered. While he was striving for food, at the same time, he did want to leave. Quickly. With the arrival of food, his mood did not shift. He ate slowly, as if something was zapping away what little energy and life he had in him.

Emma gently rubbed Denzell's leg a little as the man ate, sighing out as she watched him. "Arturo... Can we leave soon?" She didn't want to be there longer than they had to be.

Arturo nodded at the request. "Of course we can."

He had done all the shopping he wanted and now they could move on from Jordahn.

"Thanks." She supposed she'd wash her dress in the next stop--she didn't want to wear it wet or wait for it to dry again! SHe'd live with a muddy dress for a while longer. She ate quietly now, shifting a bit and she bit her lip a little bit.

She started to get up nervously, though she paused, tugged on Arturo's sleeve and whispered close to his ear as she blushed as she told him her problem--she had to go.