Murtagh heard a stirring behind him, as he looked out of the clearing. He looked back behind him to see her twisting and turning on the ground.

Kneeling down next to her, he held her face in his hands and smoothed the stands of hair off of her face. She quietened down a little but was still a little fidgety. He moved his mouth to her ear and whispered, "Rachel, I'm here. Don't worry; you're safe." She opened blurry eyes and looked up at him.

"Murtagh," she breathed out.

Murtagh had never really been religious but when he heard her speak his name it was like he could hear angels or saints.

"I can't sleep," she said drowsily.

"Why?"

"I can't think of anything calming to get me to sleep that's still interesting enough to keep me asleep," she replied gaining a wider range to be able to construct longer sentences.

"Can I help at all?" he asked stroking her hair away from her face.

"That helps," she replied, whilst yawning and sinking into his touch.

He tugged her towards him and she moved willingly. Holding her close, he stroked her hair and she hugged his chest. As they were dropping of he pulled a blanket up over their torsos that she had kicked off earlier. They fell peacefully asleep.

Waking up, she felt rather than just heard someone breathing. Gaining the energy to move her head she looked up and saw Murtagh's face. She smiled. Easing out of his grip, she got up and replaced his calloused yet tender hands underneath his head to sleep on. She touched the strands of hair that dipped just over his eyes. Damn he looks good, she thought before she pulled away.

She grabbed her bag and brought it to the river. Reaching into the opened satchel she searched for the flannel she had brought to wash her face only to find that she had Murtagh's bag instead.

She almost put it back but she saw a scroll and her curiosity urged her to read it. She could easily reseal the wax with no one knowing the better. Something told her, despite the little nagging feeling in her gut, that she needed to read the letter.

She opened the black dragon emblazoned seal and opened it up. Within seconds her heart raced and stopped instantaneously. She muttered a spell so that he couldn't hear; she couldn't even think of his name at the moment. She grabbed her bag and took out four pieces of paper.

Laying the first three next to Murtagh's other scrolls and magically copied the contents onto hers. Putting back the magically copied papers in her bag and the magically resealed three into Murtagh's bag she then took out a quill out of Murtagh's and the small bottle of ink and wrote him a note before she took away the sound barrier between them, put the bag back where it was and apparated away.

After hearing a 'pop' Murtagh stirred and reached for Rachel but opened his eyes half-heartedly to see that she wasn't there. He got up to find that she wasn't anywhere near him.

He heard something crunch beneath his feet and looked down.

He picked up the trodden on piece of paper and opened it up apprehensively.

He read the message and burned it to his memory before he tossed the words into the fire.

I'm sorry Murtagh.

Good luck and Goodbye,

Love,

Rx