That night...

He never slept.

He could not sleep.

For many years up until that point in his life he could never sleep. Too many ghosts haunted him. He was content though as he held his woman. The lovely undead woman in his arms. He looked up at the ceiling of their bed chamber. There was dim lighting in their bed chamber. Natural ambience from the stars above, the celestial heavens.

He considered what to do next at that point. But did not want to disturb her sleep. He merely held her close. Whispered her name every so often and kissed her blue skin gently. They were a perfect match for on another. Nosdyn as well had rare blue skin for his tribe, his people. He listened to her breathing. His own chest rose and fell with every strong breath he took. The smell of sex was strong in the room. From the love making session of the previous few hours.

His strong arms held her closely. Many possibilities poured into his mind as he held her, many enticing possibilities. He could bridge the gap between his people and her own. Perhaps for Ettermire, it was already too late for them. He felt pity for them at that point in his life, but he no longer wanted to commit resources to their aide.

He kissed the top of her head gently. "On the morrow..." He told her that night... "I will take you around town and go hunting with you for supplies and food for the town folks." He told her calmly. "I want you to become even more familiar with the area around Theselak..."