Sorry to take so long, rl ya know. Anyway here's some more:
Leanadas took a deep breath and followed Kalvor out of the shelter. Outside, the torrent still flowed beneath the lengthening shadows of a late afternoon sun. Kalvor stood near the edge, his back to her as he stared out over the flow.
"You ready?" She called across, pleased to hear that her fear of the task ahead had not entered her voice.
"Almost." He turned to face her and began to remove his shirt.
She stepped back, her eyes wide as he pulled open the white linen. "What the hell are you doing?" She said, watching him undressing in frozen shock.
"Still getting excited?" He smiled, pulling open the shirt. "Don't worry, I'm not trying to seduce you." He seized hold of the thick fabric and began ripping it into thick strips.
"Then what are you doing?" She watched this performance, her eyes only occasionally distracted by his muscular chest.
"Well I figured that you may need more than my hands keeping you from slipping," He tore the last piece free and began braiding it. "A harness may help.. here." He threw over several strips of fabric and motioned for her to start braiding.
"Surely you could have used your bedroll?" Leanadas said as her fingers deftly braided the soft linen.
"You're quite correct, my bedroll would have been better," He completed the first braid and began on another. "But we're not going to be finished before nightfall and I'll need that bedroll to sleep and," He stopped braiding and glanced at her. "And we may need the bedroll to jury rig a sail or something," He dropped the second braid and started on the next. "Almost done?" he asked, glancing over at her busy hands. She nodded and held out her hand for the rest. For several minutes they worked in silence, until they held a reasonable loking harness in their hands. Leanadas stared at the knotted item with trepidation.
"I don't guarantee it'll work," He muttered as he handed it to her. "But it's the best shot to keep you safe," Leanadas swallowed her apprehension and pulled the makeshift harness onto her body. "Here." He stepped behind her and began tying the harness to her waist. His fingers moved swiftly and surely, tightening the braided cotton and securing it with knots. "Almost done," His voice breathed close to her ear and she stood stock still, her body tensing as he moved to attach the knotted remnants of her robe to the harness. "How does that feel?"
"Fine." She breathed, almost missing the pressure of his fingers as he stepped away from her.
"Okay," He turned her to face him. "Now, I'm going to attach this to that rock. It's not perfect, but it'll hold you long enough if something goes wrong," Kalvor looked down at her and gave her a smile. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let anything happen," He then turned and tied the makeshift rope to a large rock near the edge. "Okay we're done, let's see if we can find some more wood."
They sat close to the edge, watching the currents swirl in the water as the sun dropped lower in the sky. They didn't speak, conversation overruled by unspoken thoughts and fears. As the light turned ruddy with the onset of sunset, they finally saw what they were looking for, a large pallet of wood drifted closer.
"Ready?" Kalvor motioned her forward and Leanadas stretched out over the water for the second time that day. The harness pulled at her yet she felt secure as Kalvor's hands were secure on her legs. In no time at all, she was drawing the pallet to the ledge. "Well done." Together they dragged the wood back to the shelter as the last rays of the sun began to fade.
Inside the cloth shelter, they settled into their blankets and stared at eath other.
"It's going to get cold," Kalvor warmed as he tried to find a comfortable spot. "Can you?" he waved his hand at some of the scrap bits of wood. Leanadas smiled and waved a hand, starting a small fire just outside the shelter. As the flames spiralled, she added several pieces of the scrap wood, feeding the flames and bringing warmth. For a long time neither spoke, both letting the heat dispel the sudden chill of a desert night.
"Do you have any family?" His voice drifted suddenly from the darkness and Leanadas turned to stare at him, noticing how dark his violet hair appeared in the firelight.
"No," She whispered softly, holding his eyes and settling back against the wall. "Not anymore."
"What happened to them?" He pulled the blanket up, covering his naked chest against the chill of the night and motioned her to speak.
"They were living in Silvermoon when the Scourge ploughed through the city." Her voice was matter of fact yet brittle, full of deep, unhealed pain. "They had a house within Falconwing Square and the Scourge," She sighed and closed her eyes. "The Scourge destroyed it," He moved briefly, as though he meant to comfort her but had thought better of it. "I've been on my own ever since," A bare glitter of tears sparkled briefly in her eyes, evidence, if he needed any of her sorrow. "Save for my guild I am alone," Her eyes opened again and stared across at him. "What about you? Any family?"
"I have a sister living in Auberdine." He said, his eyes not leaving hers. "You'd like her, she doesn't take kindly to my jokes. My parents are in Darnassus, I haven't seen them for several years." A strange grim note entered his voice as he spoke of his parents.
"That sounds like a tale?"
"It is," He rolled onto his back and stared at the cloth ceiling overhead. "And one I don't want to tell."