Ronon woke early the next morning with a twinge of pain in his head. He kept forgetting how much of a kick the Athosian ruus wine had. He lay still for a moment willing the ache to go away when he realized that someone was lying on his chest. He froze his body and tried to determine first where he was and then who he was with. He certainly didn't remember anything past the fire and swapping stories with some of the men. He inched his chin down and tried to figure out the identity of the person beside him. It was obviously female, her leg was twined with his and a small hand rested on his chest beside her head. He blinked in the dim early morning light and focused his vision to find that the woman happened to be Ashara.

Panic engulfed him and he desperately wracked his brain to try to remember what had happened the night before. He couldn't think of anything that would give him a clue how he had ended up in her bed or if they had been intimate. When he realized that he was still fully clothed his panic abated slightly, but that didn't mean much, he could have dressed after being with her and then never left. She shifted a little in her sleep, hunkering down tighter in the crook of his arm. When she stopped moving he decided that he would leave and go somewhere else to let her sleep while he tried to remember last night.

It took him several minutes to extricate himself from her, having to replace his body with some pillows and then covering her with a blanket and tiptoeing out of the tent. He took a deep breath once he was outside in the cool morning air and he shook his head trying to clear the blur that represented the previous night. He paced around the fire circle trying to jar loose some memory of what had occurred but nothing presented itself to him as the answer.

"You look troubled," Teyla's voice said from behind him making him jump a little. She smiled up at the big Satedan man as he continued pacing. "Something wrong?"

"No! Um…no, nothing's wrong." He gave her a lopsided grin and tried to calm his nerves. "How is Torren this morning?"

Teyla hefted her son higher on her hip and patted his head, "He is getting so big. Kanaan says that he is beginning to try to walk." She walked to where the fire had been the night before and sat on one of the logs arranging the boy on her lap. "You are avoiding my question. Is something wrong?"

Ronon frowned and kicked at the dirt sending some pebbles scattering, "No. I don't think so. I really can't remember."

Teyla laughed at her friend, "Too much wine then?"

Realizing that she had just given him and excuse for his behavior he tried to look sheepish and settled himself on a log near her, "You got me." Her gaze settled into the knowing leader look that he knew so well and he made his face go blank before he gave his secret away.

"Well, then are you and Ashara going hunting today?"

He nodded and poked at the ashes in the fire pit with a stick. "She said she knows of a place that she hasn't been for a long time. Supposed to be good hunting. Maybe I'll get a nice trophy for Torren."

Teyla rolled her eyes at him and kissed her son on the top of his head. Torren giggled and jammed a fist into his mouth as they sat, enjoying the quiet. Before long the village began to stir and people came out of their tents, starting fires for cooking and readying themselves for the day. Ronon had gone to help with the firewood when Ashara wandered out of her tent slinging her bow and arrows across her back with the leather sack she used on hunting trips. She searched the compound for Ronon and caught his eye before grabbing some food and stuffing it in her bag.

When he joined her she smiled up at him and nodded her head towards the gate, "You ready?"

Apparently she wasn't going to say anything to him about last night in front of anyone so he nodded and went to get his own pack and weapons.