Yorda nodded. 'Thank you' was about the extent of her grasp of propriety and she echoed his gratitude back to him. And then, with the slow steadiness of a flower closing for the night, she drew her knees up to her chin and lay her had in the crook of her folded arms.

"I must rest now." It was a matter-of-fact statement. There was no imminent danger and whatever strength she had was completely sapped. She apparantly had no trouble sleeping upright, or on the surface of a rock."I will meet you again...?"