[Salone]

Lev awoke with a start, snarling as he aimed his revolver around before he was in the presence of what passed for friends. He murmured an apology to everyone, trying to look a bit remorseful for his sudden behavior. In the crimson light, his eyes caught his hand again. Stakeless. Removed from his palm entirely. It was an odd feeling, being free now.

Free...

He turned his head quickly, thinking he had heard something. A whisper, of sorts. After a moment he brushed it off as nothing, returning to his musings. He worked his fingers back and forth, finding it odd how they had healed, how the muscle had repaired itself. Flesh was a fascinating thing. It could regrow from almost any debilitating setback. The flesh he was thinking of was so attractive...

Hearing the whisper again, Lev shook his head. He knew he had heard something. Words had formed, he had heard suggestions, whispers, quiet musings. Not something for him to dwell on.

He crawled over to Rue's sleeping form, nudging her in the shoulder with the barrel of his revolver.

"Wake up. It day second. We move today."