The smell of lavender aroused her as she felt both of her eyes open. Blinking softly she stretched and felt a slight pull in her side causing her to shrink back in pain. She was very naked under a warm blanket, pulling it up she could see she had bandages that covered her midsection. As she looked around her memory began to come back to her. She had been taken captive while foolishly resting unaware near a stream. She had been beaten and was just about to end it when…her eyes widened as she remembered the Speaker coming to her. She thought maybe she had been dreaming that he came and he…. carried her to safety? Her mind grew fuzzy as she lay back on the cot that she rested on. Sighing she heard an unusual sound. Around her another sigh was heard, deeper, and then a rustle of fabric. Perking up she looked down below her on the ground in a pile of blankets was none other than Lucien himself. Sleeping he was sprawled out on the blankets surrounded by books and herbs. Near by there was a campfire where there was something brewing in a pot, lavender could be detected but other herbs as well.

Sitting up carefully Anriel looked over the side of the cot and examined the sleeping man. His face was relaxed, allowing her to truly look at him without the cold, hard expression that she was used to seeing. His lips were slightly parted as he exhaled and groaned a bit in his sleep. His black hair had fallen out of the ponytail and arranged around him almost like a dark halo. He must have been watching her and have fallen asleep. A blush settled on the Breton's cheeks as she watched him quietly. Rolling over to face her he snuggled into the blankets beneath him. "Hnnn." Anriel beamed, she couldn't help it. Even if it were not for her…unhealthy obsession with the Speaker she found it both amusing and endearing that he sleep in such a way. Even though they were assassins they were still human, for the most part, and they did things like other people. Also for the most part. She never would've thought that Lucien Lachance would even sleep let alone like this. "Ahnriele," The man half grumbled in his sleep. The Breton felt her stomach turn and her heart almost stop. There was no way, no way in Oblivion he had said- "Ahnriel," the man let out a yawn and reached up to touch the cot, feeling her hand he grabbed it and squeezed it for a moment. A small smile crossed his face before he let go and rolled onto his other side.

Flushing immediately, Anriel rushed away from the bed back to where she had woken up. Drawing her legs up to herself she watched the sleeping man from across the room. This could not be reality! Her mind was screaming at her. Rolling over onto the floor she snuggled back up into the blankets. He said my name! Blinking the Breton felt a smile split her face, maybe there was some hope after all…