Clementine watched as Jane began gathering small sticks and twigs on the ground, and some brush from the trees to start a small fire. She had a small pile formed, and Clementine was about to ask her how she was going to light it, until Jane pulled a book of matches out of her pocket. "I always carry these around." She smirked and lit the fire. They didn't want to draw too much attention to themselves, so it was a relatively small fire. Jane didn't want anyone to see the smoke, or draw walkers to them. "Better get some rest while you can kid." Jane said as she laid on the ground by the fire. They didn't have any blankets with them, so the ground would have to suffice for now.

Clementine shook her head, "I can't... I'm too wound up." She said as she too, sat down by the fire. The warmth felt good on her skin, after all, it was a rather chilly night. She then looked over at Sarita who was sleeping peacefully on the ground. Her chest was moving up and down, so she was breathing, and she was alive. Clem just hoped she would stay that way, and be okay so that they could hurry and find the civil war site and meet up with the others, if they were alive.

"Something on your mind?" Jane asked. Clementine decided in that moment, she liked Jane. She was an honest person, down to earth, and at the moment, she didn't seem so bad.

"I just keep thinking about Sarah." Clem revealed, which was true. The teen girl hadn't left her mind since she had gone missing. "I hope she's okay." She added.

"She's a smart kid." Jane replied. "And she knows where the meeting place is. She's probably already there."

"I know." Clementine said. "But I'm afraid she's not thinking clearly, you know, since she just lost her dad."

Jane sighed, "Don't worry too much kid, you'll make yourself sick." She then turned over on her side, attempting to get into a comfortable position to sleep. Clem looked up at the sky, surprisingly, the stars were out tonight, and they created a gentle glow on the woods around them. It was nights like this, when Clementine remembered her time with Christa. Their time together was short, and even though Christa seemed like she resented Clem most of the time, she still missed the older woman. She hoped she was okay. "You really should try and sleep." Jane pulled the smaller girl out of her thoughts. "We got a lot of walking to do tomorrow."

"Hey Jane?" Clementine asked, rolling over on her side.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?" She asked.

"Sure, go ahead."

"What was all that back there? With Troy?" Clem asked, only because she was honestly curious. They seemed as though they had a past together, and Clem knew that some people weren't comfortable talking about their past, but Jane didn't seem like one of those people. "You don't have to answer if you don't want." She then said, turning over on her side so she could hear Jane if she did speak.

Jane sighed, "Once upon a time, Troy wasn't such an asshole." She deadpanned. "I thought he liked me, but really, he was just trying to suck up to Carver. I'm glad they're both dead." She explained and went quiet, the only sounds were the crack and pop of the small fire.

"I'm sorry." Clementine replied, unsure of a more proper response.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." Jane said plainly.

Clementine's stomach then growled, "Gosh, I'm hungry..." She couldn't even remember the last time she had eaten. "I don't suppose you have any food?" She asked Jane.

"We'll hunt tomorrow." Jane said simply.

"Hunt?" Clem questioned.

"Yeah." Jane chuckled, "For animals."

"I've never done that before." Clementine said.

"First time for everything kid." Jane answered with a shrug.

"How is it?" Clementine asked after a moment.

"It's okay if you can find anything... Walkers usually have gotten to everything first." Jane said. "And it works, if you're hungry."

"Good, because I'm starving."

"Me too." Jane said. And it was quiet between the two girls again. Clementine felt her eyelids beginning to grow heavy, and she realized that she was more tired than she thought. But why wouldn't she be? It had been a very long day, and stressful to add to that. A yawn then escaped her lips, and she let her golden eyes close.

"Goodnight Jane." She said before drifting off into her dreams.

"Night kid." Jane replied.