Last night she was murdered

The phantom listened as he spoke and titled that head slightly. ?Your assuming things that would never happen; you never know.? The dame pointed out a bit silly but enough of her was quite there to be a decent deal sensible of it all right then. It was hard to say with her and the cold, a nap was likely good idea. Snuggling as she was the wraith rested that head against him softly as those eyes drifted close quite preparing for a nap.

His words went unnoticed by the frail women snuggled to his warm shadowy body. But it was due to the fact that she simply had drifted off that body being far too tired to readily stay awake much longer. When morning came around Abel no doubt would be more sensible then what she was proving to be right then. That was if she didn't end up freezing to death in her sleep; that much she had to get through and so did he.