She hated to admit she had fallen asleep much easier than she ought to have, but awoke to the quiet of the night. For a long time she simply listened to the noises at night and to the faint breathing of her captive. Then slowly, ever so slowly, she sat up. She studied the tent, and the faint shadows of the tents around them and tried to think of a way to escape. If anyone touched her, they'd regret it, assuming they weren't wearing gloves or she kept her skin covered.
But she could make it. She had to try, didn't she? Who knew what fate befell her in Folkvar and she was not about to wait to find up. Slowly, quietly, she rose from her bed and tip toed over towards the tent flap. She opened it, silently, and peered outside. She saw a few guards on duty, but their backs were turned to her. But when one began to turn around, she slunk back inside the tent and let the flap fall and held her breath, hoping that didn't wake up Kairius.