As Exion predicted, the night would remain silent as he sat there. Though his eyes never did close for more than a blink. he stared at the flame, and kept it going well into the night, until he was sure the embers would last and help keep her warm on the morning's dawn. His mind wandered a few places, like why she really ran away, and why Cynthia was so stern on wanting her back. She didnt say anything about her parents. Even if she didn't want him to know, there were no lies in her words. she was here on her own accord, not for her parents. He sighed a bit, and watched as she tossed here and there towards the dawning sun.Not long after the first ray of sun broke the clearing he lit a cigarette, and through his trench coat back on him. letting the light glimmer radiantly around it as he knew it would.