Chapter 12:
Arya PoV
She heard a tired laugh from Eragon, and soon after Nasuada joined in as his elven laugh took its effect. It even made her smile, listening to them both, but soon the moment stopped and she heard his footsteps coming towards her. She waited as the tent flap opened and the startled expression on Eragon's face faded into her now favorite crooked smile.
'Oh, Arya,' he began, not knowing what to say or do. He seemed to flounder as he tried to make a constructive sentence. She felt like laughing as he took a moment to regain his wits. She let him struggle for a moment before giving them something to talk about.
'Beautiful night isn't it?' she hinted, at that his eyes strayed towards the dark sky, and for a moment they studied the stars together. Eragon's face was curious as he looked up at the constellations.
'I wonder if they can see us,' he said in a soft voice,
'Imagine, them watching this all play out before them, laughing at what we are doing, at what we should be doing.' He continued, letting his voice trail away into the dark shadows of the night. She looked down to find him staring at her intently, and she let herself reply.
'Maybe, if they are, they would know every secret, every lie.' She said.
Every love we ever had… she continued to herself darkly, letting herself watch the skies.
'Hmm,' he said thoughtfully, and he heaved a great sigh that seemed tired but worried at the same time.
'Is there anything that troubles you? I see it in your expression.' He stopped suddenly, recognizing that he may have gone too far. She smiled at him in reply,
'No Eragon, but you, on the other hand need sleep, I am not one to hold it from you.'
'You I would mind least of all' he said, echoing Saphira's words, at that he turned, muttering a sad good bye. He began to hum a troubling melody, and Arya found herself remembering past nights when the moon had hit its apex, but the moment was gone as Eragon ran towards the large swath of Saphira's scales, and as they flew towards Murtagh's camp she walked sadly back to Eragon's tent.
Relishing the musk that she identified as Eragon's signature scent, she fell asleep, letting her body melt into his mattress and her mind wander into her memories