The carriage came to a stop as it wheeled up just outside of the shepherds' camp. Not a hard, abrasive halt, but enough to jar Gregor out of the light sleep he had found himself in. The mercenary didn't even realize that he had nodded off the way he did; being with Olivia and spending the night dancing and moving about had allowed him to seamlessly drift off into dream land without even noticing. But alas, the carriage had returned and it was time to close the page on the most magical evening of his life. So after allowing Virion and his consorts the opportunity to shuffle out, Gregor gently put his arm around the sleepy dancer and gingerly lifted her out of the carriage. Gregor felt the cool air of the evening breeze by his face, and thanked the gods for the refreshing breeze. Wearing his heavy clothing while dancing around all evening had caused him to get rather warm, but the cool breezes such as this one proved to be very useful at keeping the large man comfortable. As he looked down, he saw Olivia lazily blink her eyes while staring back into his own. A smile formed on his lips as she muttered something sleepily. He would have been more than happy to carry his love back to her tent for the evening, but Olivia had insisted that she was perfectly capable of walking. So with a gentle hand, he set her back down on her own two feet as a huge yawn escaped her lips. Virion, once again playing the part as the generous host, staggered over to the pair. He seemed somewhat inebriated; his staggering and messy speech were dead giveaways. But nevertheless, the noble thanked the two of them for a splendid evening, unsuccessfully attempted to swoop his hair from his eyes, took a clumsy bow, and awkwardly made his way back over to his escorts. The last thing that either of them heard from Virion was his laughter, the result of one of his own randy jests. The walk back to Olivia's tent was a short one, but one Gregor enjoyed anyway. The two of them walked together hand in hand, both too tired to say anything. The stiffness was starting to return to his legs, but he was determined to not let Olivia see it. All he had to do was return her to her tent and once he was out of sight, he could then look and feel like an old man all he wanted. So naturally, while playing the gentleman for one more time this evening, he tried to look as firm and robust as possible while holding the tent flap back for Olivia. Olivia may have muttered a thank you as she passed under Gregor's arm; the sellsword couldn't be certain. But as he gaze followed her into her tent, Gregor got to catch a slight glimpse of her home away from home. He would have been able to see more in the daylight, but the light of the moon revealed that inside of Olivia's tent sat a comfy looking feather bed, a chair of some sort, and a trunk where she likely kept all her belongings. He had tried to gather more information about her living space, but what he saw next was enough to bring his attention back to the present. Without making the effort to undress or even pull back her sheets, Olivia kicked off her shoes, let her hair fall past her shoulders, and plopped face first down into her bed. Gregor was convinced that another inch to the right and she would have met the cold hard ground instead. But with a soft chuckle and a warm smile, the mercenary quietly made his way into the tent and towards Olivia. With a gentle hand, Gregor pulled back her blankets and delicately tucked the love of his life snuggly into bed. "Good night sweet one. Gregor is lovings you more than life itself," he whispered to her after a kiss on the cheek. He wasn't sure, but it almost looked as though Olivia had smiled after hearing it; the tent was dark so it was hard to say. But with his gentlemanly duty fufilled, Gregor silently turned on his heels and set off to return to his own tent. However, the mercenary did not get very far. The shock from the stiffness had returned to his legs, and walking suddenly became very difficult. He hobbled his way over to Olivia's chair and plopped himself down on the cushions. He felt instant relief come from being off his feet and reached down to unlace his boots. While stretching his legs and rubbing his feet, he realized that a short rest was all he needed before returning home. He could catch his second wind and return to his tent right after that. He would need 20 minutes tops, he told himself. He was asleep in the next two.
