As the hour lengthened, one by one the men around him slowly got up and went about doing whatever goals they set for the day. Eventually Kaleb was left by himself, having more dedication then all of them in clearing his mind for the day. Though he had his eyes shut, his mind saw a misty dim forest. In it three imperial soldiers cornered a white tiger on all sides. It roared, swiping at the Imperials as they neared for a strike. Kaleb's eyes suddenly shot open. Was there some kind of meaning to that vision?

"You assume you can just go about and help yourself as you please, Imperial?" Questioned Sabatt, Kaleb's wing man and long time childhood friend. "What makes you even think you deserve to walk the same grounds as us? Had enough of your life style and decided to drop in on ours? And Kaleb wants to to be a captain. I don't even think you can hold your own in battle." Sabatt insulted Memory while standing nearby with a few others. Kaleb wasn't around to break up the argument this time.

Kaleb just leaned back against the pile of pillows that were stacked at the head of his bed. His eyes started getting rather heavily and eventually shut for the night entirely. His arms cradled around Memory during the whole night, keeping her warm. Slowly his mind drifted off into some other plain of existence.

Kaleb peered up into the bright rays of the sun, letting them warm his face. he lowered his gaze down to the river before him, with Memory leaning down to the water near its banks. She peered back over her slender shoulder, baring a warm smile that drew Kaleb to her. He couldn't help put wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a kiss.

Suddenly images began to flash in his mind. Of battle, screams, war cries. He saw his bloodied hands reveal a deep wound on his side. His form slump to the ground, and the crying women over him.

Slowly Kaleb's eyes opened and he peered around the tent that was dimly lite from the raising sun. He peered down and Memory and did his best to get up from under her without waking her. Laying her back onto the bed. Kaleb walked over to the entrance grabbing his hilt and sword before moving to the out doors. He gathered with around 20 of his closest and finest men who were also up early. The small group walked off into the nearby meadow, sitting cross legged in the dewy grass. Their they all sat with eyes closed in meditation.

Kaleb continued to hold Memory close from behind, felling her lean back into his embrace. She was warm and soft to the touch, it was rather soothing. He smiled light when she thanked him for coming for him. "It was nothing. I hope you would have done the same for me." He answered, nuzzling his cheek into the side of her neck. He just rested there with her for the time being. The sun was already going down outside and everyone was moving into there tents.

Kaleb looked to her, watching her facial expression changing to rather ashamed and disgusted all at the same time. It wasn't hard to imagine what those guards would have done to her if given the chance. Kaleb was silent for a moment, unsure what to say right away. "My father believed that women only bare the children of their soul mate, I'd like to think so too.." He said to her but knew she was still probably unsure. "If and when your willing, I'll have a look for you.." He offered. there were a few ways to tell and a few abortion methods.

Kaleb looked up from his work to ointment her wrists, listening to her explain that the guards only say her as a traitor in there eyes. How could they have possibly of thought their own princess was nothing but a traitor? He pondered to himself. "If I was there instead I could have saved you much pain and heart ache." He began looking up and seeing a few tears come to her eyes. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Hey now.. We're both still alive... That's all that should matter." He whispered to comfort her, kissing her cheek softly for compassion.

Kaleb rose his head when she replied to him that there was no need for a thank you. "I wish there was something I could do for you to repay you..." He pondered lightly. "No I wasn't, I don't know how they could have brought themselves to do what they did." He said running his hands down the sides of her arms, noticing a few scraps and bruises here and there. It was then did he noticed her cut and blistered wrists from the chains. He picked up a small plate nearby, with a paste made from different types of herbs. Kaleb scooped some into his fingers and rubbed the paste onto her wrists.