Her breath... so soft. So calm. She's finally calmed down. I run my fingers over her back. I can barely feel the stab wound. Her hands are softer than a cloud. Her skin was smoother than silk. Why am I feeling so warm? This feeling... I can't describe it.

"You moron we went the wrong way!" A voice yells.

I turn. I know that voice.

"Well... you would've led us into the ditch!" Another voices yells.

"Devon, Cornwall, over here." I call.

"Ah Garret we thought we would never see you!" Devon yells entering the cave.

"Shhh." I put my finger on my lips.

Cornwall and Devon look down.

"Ah right. Sorry." Cornwall whispers.

"Are you guys alright?" I ask.

"Define alright. We almost all died. We're lost in the forest. And we don't even know what we're looking for." Cornwall growls.

"Ah. Right." I say.

"What are you two looking for?" Devon asks. 

"Excalibur." I say.

Excalibur?! Camelot?!" They both yell.

"Sh. Quiet." I say.

Cellia flinches a little but then goes back to her soft breath. I run my fingers over her hair. 

"Oh right. Sorry." Devon says.

"Moron." Cornwall hisses.

"Sh. Enough with the arguing." I say.

"Sorry." Cornwall backs off.

Aden calls at me. I nod. We have to move soon. However, the wound is still not completely healed. Plus... she needs to rest. She's exhausted. We all need to rest. I lay my head back on the wall.