OOC: I've figured out this, now it's up to you, decide what to do without any problem! ;)
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As Ehiela refused his help, Jiran sighed relieved; he wouldn't have been able to help her in any way, as tired as he was.
Therefore, without even thinking she could have refused just to act politely, he tried to find again sleep.
His mind, however, was slowly beginning to work properly, throwing against him his so many worries and pushing that craved sleep away from him. He even tried to focus onto his breath, as he usually did those rare nights in which he wasn't drunk, but no matter how deeply he breathed, his worries were always louder.
Between all those worries, however, a small light sparkled in the darkness, giving him at least something to be happy for.
He hit rock bottom, he was forced to accept to turn from a simple, almost innocent mercenary, to a bloody murderer, just to avoid to be killed by his wolf at the door; but that night, when he actually would have had to kill an unarmed man for the first time in his life, it was as if an angel had come to relieve him from any responsibility.
Of course, she was more like a death angel, but she still was what he really needed that evening.
Suddenly, while his thoughts were finally blending with his dreams, an unexpected noise woke him up, and he quickly moved his right hand toward the small knife he always kept under his pants. If any stupid thief had decided to enter into his house, he would be well prepared to take that kill he had avoided before.
When he saw there was anyone inside his room, however, he thought for a moment it was all due to his sick mind.
But when he finally realized someone else should have been in that room, he quickly jumped onto his legs, scared.
Firstly, he looked around in his room, trying to notice if anything was missing, but the only things he could give some values, his axe and his waistcoat with his daggers inside, were still there.
Feeling ashamed for having thought Ehiela could have robbed him, he ran toward the so-called living room to see if she was her; but obviously, she was not.
"So, she ran away..." he said to no one, thoughtful. He couldn't explain why he felt that way, he had just met that woman, so why was he so disappointed for her escape?
And then, probably pushed by the alcohol still in his blood, he finally ran to the window and stuck out it, looking for the woman down the streets. He needed some instants, before to finally spot her figure in the dark.
"Wait, why don't you stay for breakfast?" he shouted with all the little breath he had in his chest, hoping his voice could reach Ehiela's ears.