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Smiling at Taren's response, it seemed he was grateful for her offer. "Of course. In these times, friendship can go a long way. I would be happy to have you travel with me," Aleia replied, finishing up the last of her bread. Once they reached the mainland, all the people on the boat would only make up a fraction of the continent's population. Many people there would not be able to relate to their pain. But staying with someone from her homeland, Aleia would be able to talk to someone who had suffered as she had.

Glancing over to the many people who were climbing into their hammocks, Aleia was relieved to notice that there would be plenty for everyone. A few were clustered near the wall where they were sitting, and had yet to be taken. "I'm feeling a bit tired, some rest would be nice. If the storm is only going to get worse, we should sleep when we can," It wasn't until Taren had made the suggestion Aleia realized how weary she was. Over the last few days, she had not slept much at all.

Walking over to one of the hammocks with her blanket and bag, Aleia tossed the objects in her hands into the makeshift bed. Staring at the odd contraption for a moment, which was hanging a few feet above the ground, she took a chance, and lunged into the hammock. After the cloth had finished swinging back and forth, Aleia settled into a comfortable position, noticing one end of the hammock seemed to be a bit fluffier, as if it were supposed to be a pillow. Choosing to rest her head there, Aleia turned to smile at the young man, covering herself in the comfortable blanket.

"Sleep well, Taren," Closing her eyes peacefully, sleep began to waft over her, the gentle rocking of the waves reminiscent of the long past days of sleeping in a cradle.