Arianell was sleeping in the carriage. Her stained dress was taken off and she was wearing a short white man's tunic and a long black cloak. The shirt was amended with the belt, making it look like a stylish dress from the modern age while showing her pale thin legs.
It was a very daring outfit, but since there was no spare woman's clothes, Luan lent her the only thing she could fit.
"Luan?"
She wakes up to a dull sound of blunt attacks. It was almost dark outside, and a chill evening air crept into the carriage. After calming Luan down and showing him, that she hadn't suffered a single scratch, she was able to lull him to a short rest, before slumping herself. She said nothing when he laid her down and hugged her from behind like he was afraid she would disappear.