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That hand on her head, caused her to look up through her hair, head tilting slightly up for a better look at him. She didn't quite realize what he was doing after that. All the woman could hear was a whole lot of shuffling around, the sounds of fabrics being pulled from a dresser and into a bag. Was he packing up all their things? And if he was, why was he doing so? What could possibly be going through his mind at that moment? Jude picked up her head soon after, hair falling down behind her shoulders as she looked about. Her eyes stung a bit from her tears while the cold air quickly dried what have falling down her face. Suddenly there was a sheet laying upon her shoulders and beside her on the arm rest was Azazel. "M.. my family? are you sure?" she questioned him. Though she had no objections about it really. She was tired of staying cooped up in this cabin, but she didn't want to leave Azazel on his own. It may have been strange, but she needed him.