That rung in his ear, Ezran so quickly agreed to never tell him something.

Rayla continued, "Ezran, It's the same thing every night. I find myself cryin' always. And,.. the same,... Human comes to always cheer me up, and then we,.. um.. we kiss. But after that, I wake up, and find nothin' happened. But it's every night, every night, and it's non stop, Ez. It shouldn't be that way, but it doesn't stop. It's what's been making me lose sleep. And the worst part is, I think, I'm beginnin' to like him more than I should. I know, it wouldn't work anyway, he's a human, I'm an elf."

Ezran had a disgusted look spread on his face then he shook it off, "Oh, that's not, at all, what I thought it could've been. But it's understandable, I guess. Who was the human? Was it Callum?"

Callum's ears perked, Him? He really hoped it was, but almost immediately after the question was asked, Rayla responded, "What! No, no It was,... he was,... Soren!!"

"Soren?!!" Ezran asked in surprise, as he said, "Really?"

"Yeah, It was Soren,.. and I know, it couldn't happen,... ever, so..." Rayla faked an awkward smile hoping Ezran would fall for it.

"Then why don't you want me to tell,..." Ez was interrupted by a loud and heavy thump that sounded like it came from somewhere definitely close.

They rushed over to the entrance of the below deck and discovered Callum lying unconscious at the end of the short staircase. Ezran screamed, "AAhhh!!! What happened to him?!! What's wrong?" He turned to Rayla for an answer.

Rayla dragged Callum and sat him up against the wall. She checked his pulse and came to an unsure conclusion, "He's alive, he's not dead, thankfully. He just fainted," She explained her eyebrows raised and shrugging as she looked at Ezran.

Ezran asked worriedly, "Why?"

"Ezran, I was with you the whole time, how would I know?"

"True, but what do you do to a person who fainted?"

Rayla put a curved finger to her chin, "Normally, when someone faints,.. You have to,... Loosen their clothes to,... prevent cutting off their... circulation, soooo.."

Ezran was slowly backing up to the exit when Rayla stopped to look at him hoping he would do it.

"Where are you goin'?"

"Well, You seem to have things covered. You know what you're doing so I'm just gonna check on Bait and Zym and the,... Captain! See ya!!" Ezran excused getting out of dodge.

"He's your brother!! I ought to kill you!" Rayla shouted looking back to her situation, Callum.

There she was, silently sitting beside an unconscious Callum. Luckily for her, before she was sent on her mission with the assassins she was taught first aid, in case one of her fellow assassins were injured, though she didn't feel very lucky.

"Ooh boy, just loosen his clothes, no big deal. So uhhhh,..." She hesitated getting lost in looking him up and down observing for clothes that needed to be removed.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and paid more attention to her task at hand, "Okay, His shoes, not bad," She commented while listing pieces to remove, "His belt, meh, His,.. " she gulped, "Shirt, not his pants, not his pants! Just let that stay on."

She quickly removed his boots without issue, slightly hesitated when removing his belt, and sat for 10 minutes stalling to take his shirt off.

She sighed, "It's gonna have to get done sooner or later, do it to help him, not for pleasure, No! definitely not for pleasure," Even if pleasure wouldn't be totally off.

She slowly and carefully lifted his shirt, trying not to look, too closely. She finally managed to lift it high enough to take his arms out of the sleeves and take it off, completely. She folded it and set it aside with his other belongings.

Rayla sat him up slightly higher, and placed a pillow behind him. As she placed the pillow behind him, she could smell him. Why did he have to smell so good? She tried to hurry so that she wouldn't have to be this close to him for too long. She tried to make him more comfortable, but who was she kidding? He was shirtless, how exactly could he, be comfortable?

She quickly found she was having issues not looking at the fact he didn't have a shirt, She did a quick sweep of the area before looking back to him. She'd then started checking him out again. She caught herself doing it, and nearly slapped herself for it. She tried to shake the sudden thoughts racing through her head, which just reminded her of the night before.

Callum was comfortable, He smelled amazing, and she couldn't help, but think about it.

But where would these thoughts lead her and Callum if they continued?

Swiftly she reminded herself again, "Stay focused on the mission. They'll go back home when Zym is returned. We're only here to end the war. He's a human, a prince! I'm just an assassin who was sent to murder the king, his father, and Ezran, his little brother. Yeah, tryin' to kill his family is sure to be charmin', definitely attractive. Besides, I'm an Elf."

Then she thought, for one; He was a human who wanted peace between their lands, he for sure wasn't interested in her like that, especially like that. Two; He was a prince, who liked a supposedly 'nice' girl, Claudia, surely his interests lied with someone better than her. Blech, even the thought of her gave her a migraine. But why not? Claudia was pretty, talented, and had known Callum since they were kids. Like he said, they didn't have that, yet, and very possibly not ever. And Three; It would make his life worse, he would be looked down upon. Sure they were working towards peace, but dating an elf would be pushing past hundreds of years of hatred toward their species. He was already not confident in himself, she didn't want to make his life so much worse than he felt it was.

Suddenly, She heard Callum groan and realized that he'd been out for quite a while. He should've woken, by now.

As soon as she looked back to him, she was reminded why she was turned away from him in the first place. He had no shirt, whatsoever, and she couldn't help, but look.

Quickly, Rayla looked around, grabbed a blanket, and placed it over him, that way she didn't have to worry about looking at him, the way she was.

She tried to wake him, but gained no response from her efforts.

All she could do was worriedly sit, wait, and watch him, "What the heck are you dreamin' about?"

Hopefully, that was what he was doing.