"They say if you love something enough, you let it go, and it returns to you...well then, it must really love you back..."
"(Y/N)."
A gentle hand shook me awake, kind fingers curling around my bicep as I felt the brisk night air enter my lungs. My eyes widened, a brief panic as I reached upwards, grabbing at the helmet on my head. It was still on. I settled slightly, glancing over at who had tentatively woke me from my sleep. He stared back, his gaze soft and brimming with concern as he tilted his head to the side.
"You alright?" Ravengard. Wyll Ravengard. "You looked like you were in pain." His kind eyes made me shift uncomfortably in my chair, my body aching all over. "You dozed off during dinner." He groaned, rubbing his own neck as he rose to his feet. "Figured I'd wait for you to wake." I hunched over, the weight of my metal helmet tilting me forward. There was an awkward silence that hung in the air, between his hesitation to speak and my complete refusal to, the faint sound of crickets and lightning bugs were the only thing heard.
"You know, (y/n)-." Wyll began, but I didn't intend to let him finish. I raised to my feet with a noisy clank, my armor slinking back into place and weighing me down. I turned my back to him, heading to the tent furthest from all the others. I could feel his gaze on my back as I trudged away, not making much haste as he did not bother to stop me. Probably figuring it all to be too much trouble.
And he'd be right.
