He watched her wing away and sat in silence for a while, wondering wildly for a moment if today had actually happened. He certainly wouldn't have believed anyone who told him it would before the siege. Exhaustion began to fall on him in full force now that his attention was no longer divided, and wearily the executioner forced himself up from the ground and onto his hammock, rolling onto his side away from the light.

After all of that? Yes, a rest was needed. It was surprising he managed to do any of what he did post-battle - but then again, even after yielding Shik still had spirit. In fact, despite his wounds all he had really needed was the bandages and a few minutes to let his body cool down. Shaheen's proposal had been within his grasp to grant; it was almost ironic how one of her last words to him questioned his concern over wounds he had clearly disregarded.

But then, what was the fun of a hunt without a little chasing?

Seussi
I'm sorry, but he's not : D