The silence outside began to stretch on for an uncomfortable time, and Laurie began to shift uncertainly from foot to foot. Her companion was staring off into the darkening sky, apparently lost in thought, and she felt reluctant to disturb him; however, she had completely recovered from the earlier incident and gotten plenty of fresh air. The heavy sleepiness had left completely, but a leaden tiredness took its place; Laurie was very conscious that she had not had a good night's sleep in quite some time.
"Captain," she finally spoke up, and he turned, eyebrows lifted in reply. "Would you mind if I step back inside?" she continued. "I feel much better, thank you, but it's getting rather late..."
He cut her off curtly with a nod. "I understand. I trust you will sleep peacefully." Laurie curtsied and made her escape through the door after thanking him once more. The room was quite as crowded as before, perhaps more so, and the buzz of conversation seemed to have become louder. The young woman began to search for Cook, dully hoping she would be easily found; the ride to the inn had been long making the thought of bed a delightful prospect.
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