Raven groaned as she felt something brush over her check and through her hair. "Mmm...Merlin, I'll feed you later, Raven needs her beauty sleep." She moved her hand to push the ferret away, her hand brushed over something smooth and warm, she opened her eyes as she felt Tyrael's hand pull away. She looked at him, still hardly awake, although she suspected this was one of her dreams anyway. He looked like he'd just woken up himself, his eyes were tender and sleepy. Raven realised that in her sleep she'd rolled over to face him, their faces were so close she could feel his steady breath against her cheek. She tried to blink the sleep from her eyes. "I thought you were going to sleep on the floor." She finally mustered.

"I must have fallen asleep while Merlin used us to launch himself around the room." He yawned and closed his eyes. "I'm not even sure I'm awake now." He said laying his hand between them. Raven watched, their hands were so close, almost touching and for some bizarre reason she felt driven to push her hand beneath his. It was a pleasant feeling having his hand around hers, feeling the roughness of his hands against her small soft one and almost instinctively he curled his fingers around hers. "Now I know I must be asleep." He said quietly.

Raven looked back to his eyes, he seemed more aware now, she shrugged and rested her head back down on her arm, beginning to pull away from him. "I was...curious, that's all." He grasped her hand, gently, but firmly enough to let her know it was fine. Raven became some what flustered over the situation.

"How so?" He whispered. "I believe I remember you boasting once about the notches in your belt." He grinned a bit.

Raven felt the blood rush to her cheeks and she looked away from him. "I've never been...intimate with anyone. Sex is different. It's just..." She paused, and she shrugged again. "It's just sex."

Tyrael turned his hand over and ran his thumb over the back of her hand. He found it remarkable how someone so small and frail in appearance could manage to fight of anything, let alone slay a great demon. She was so pale, almost luminous, against his his dark tawny skin. "From what I've seen I didn't think you wanted intimacy." She pulled her hand away from his, and he let out an almost frustrated sigh and raised his eyes to look at her, she looked away from him defiantly.

"I don't."

He sighed and reached out to her, gently running his fingers along her jaw line, stopping under her chin. "I wish you'd let me in." He ran his thumb hesitantly over her lips. "You have no idea infuriating you could be, every time you looked at me when we all travelled together, I could see the pain in your eyes." He looked away for a moment. "And, yes maybe you were right, perhaps I did want to save the damsel in distress." He ran his hand back over her face tangling his fingers in her ebony hair. "Unfortunately I was still...new to all this, it confused me and clouded my judgement. I still carry the guilt of turning away from you." He shifted his weight and closed the gap between them, for a split second he hesitated, as if to change his mind, his lips brushing against hers, but he pushed away the feelings of doubt and gently pressed his lips to hers, his fingers curling around the back of her neck.

Raven's eyes widened, her heart beat heavy and hard against her chest and she so wanted to fight this, but she found herself sinking against him. This was not like the kiss from her dream, or even the drunken kiss they'd once shared in Caldeum, this was soft and tender, it lacked the passion and urgency of her dreams. She closed her eyes placing her hand against his chest, she became very aware of the speed of his pulse under her hand. His heart was beating almost as hard and fast as hers. He broke away from her, but remained close enough that his lips still brushed hers as he spoke. "I was almost certain you were going to hit me or push me away."

"I told you. I was curious." Raven tried to defend herself, but knew by the way he looked at her she failed. He lay back down and pulled her close, Raven hesitated, but as she ran her hand over his chest she found herself wanting to hear his heart. She lay her head down, against the woollen tunic, she could feel it beating against her cheek, she closed her eyes as Tyrael wrapped his arm around her, running his fingers through her hair. She hard him inhale air and start to talk, but he shook his head. She was glad he didn't speak, right now she was happy just falling back to sleep to the rhythmic beating of his heart.

When morning finally came Tyrael opened his eyes with a smiled to the sound of Merlin's frenzied chatter. "Did she forget to feed you?" He shifted his weight and sat up, seeking to wake up Raven, but when his hands fell on and empty space there was a horrible twisting in his stomach. He cleared his eyes and looked around the room. She was gone. The ferret bit his hand and his hissed in pain. "You could have woken me up sooner." Tyrael shook his head, finding it unbelievable he was talking to a ferret, and for a little while he sat and watched the door, hoping she's sweep in with fresh bread or fruit or some other reason for her not to be in the room. He received another firm bite to his hand for his hesitation, this one was hard enough to draw blood.

He dressed quickly, strapping his armour of and securing his sword to his back. He swept down the stairs, the ferret closed the gap between them before leaping and scrambling up his cloak to perch on his shoulder. The inn keeper almost jumped when Tyrael slammed his hands down on the bar. "The woman with me, did she tell you where she was going?"

"N-no. Your wife left a couple of hours ago, she looked as though she was in a hurry to get somewhere." He paused. "That's not to say she was running away."

Tyrael cursed himself as he pushed through the door into the light, she was running away though. She couldn't have gone far in a couple of hours.