Clay tosses and turns on the straw-filled bed he was currently laying on before twisting to look toward the fireplace in the room. Soft snores came from beside him as Ashnell slept, ever on guard in case Brikan or even worse horrors came to find Clay as he slept. Even if the room had not been asked about there were many that wished to keep the boy safe and sharing a bed was the far least of his troubles. The heat of the fire never seemed to warm the bed anyway.
The lad stares into the flames before huffing quietly. Too many thoughts were running around below the mop of red hair for him to rest. How had he got himself into this mess? How was he going to get out of it? What would happen? What of his mother and his brother? He shifts so that he is sitting up on the edge of the bed, his face in his hands.
The redhead had gotten himself into the mess and had dragged others into it. A small choked sob comes from him. He was continuing to drag people into something his curiosity had gotten him into. How many had been hurt, how many more would be hurt? Another sob comes from him and a hand finds it's way to his shoulder as a voice tries to calm him softly. He leans back into the person, the sobs still coming from him as his thoughts attacked him. What if someone died? What if....
A painful throbbing of his head follows his thoughts, cutting them off for the moment. Sleep would evade him tonight and he would add another mark to the wood of the floor in a count of how many he hadn't slept.
