[Sadrain]

November 30th, Chicago; Sewer #17.

Leila only grumbled something in reply. She still avoided looking at him, feeling rather vulnerable in this position. Although he had helped her, the girl refused to admit that she had needed it very much... But the fact she had complied, spoke differently on its own. Defiantly, Leila swallowed any moans or groans, only her body sometime shivered hard in his arms.

Somewhere on the way, the girl fell asleep, or seemed to. Her body became more limp and head slid back, now resting sideways on Amante's shoulder. The features, usually pulled in cold expression, softened up, making her look even younger than she was. Leila sighed few times in the sleep, but otherwise seemed to be unaware of anything, until the man put her in the bed.

The tent was small, and everything seemed to be so, too. There was just bed, one larger bag, box on which stood a lamp - that was all. Apparently, she did not have much belongings, or what was the most precious to her was well hidden.

After Amante tucked blanket around her, Leila opened her eyes and stared at him. They were focused, but the girl seemed a little 'away from here'. The man might guess that it was the effect of drugs, mixed with pain killers, which seemed to be rather strong. Her hand gripped his, nearly painfully. "I am not surprised you and Elek are friends. You both are idealists. And I am glad I won't have to see that day when your ideals shatter. Giving inspiration speeches about sacrifices and battles are one thing, seeing your dear ones die, standing at their graves... Completely different. You are a fool... But I envy you, while it lasts for you." Leila's hand let go of his and slid under blanket. She turned her back to Amante, but then glanced over shoulder.
"Oh, and never come in my tent again." Then she seemingly went to sleep again.