It was a calm and warm night, a nice change after everything that happened in the past few months or so. King took a deep breath, pain shot through his chest, and he held back a hiss of pain. Why? Because across from him sat the woman who had saved his life back at Candie's plantation. The air carried the earthy scent of damp soil and pine, while the warmth of the campfire kissed his face. He was forever grateful but hated that she had put herself in harm's way because of him. King shook his head and looked down at his hands, where he held a steel cup of coffee. An owl hooted in the distance, its call echoing through the trees, and the occasional breeze made the campfire flames dance wildly, casting flickering shadows across their makeshift campsite. The coffee in his hands was brewed by her; half of it was gone, and it had almost gotten cold by this point. He drank the rest of it, the bitter taste lingering on his tongue as he set the steel cup aside. With a grunt of effort, he stood up to prepare the bedrolls for both of them. He could feel her gaze on his back as he moved, and he turned to meet her eyes, forcing a warm smile. "It's alright, my dear, nothing to worry about," he said, though his voice betrayed the pain he tried to hide.