Rubia sighed again. "I suppose we had better get back then, Arden."

He nodded, before ambling off slowly in the wrong direction.

 The morning was dull and grey and Arden hadn't slept much, his eyes were bleary and he felt tired.

Rubia held him by the hand and led him back to the makeshift camp.

He stumbled along behind her, his mind clouded and his thoughts unclear.