"No, you're right, and I am sorry for my part in it." She gives his an encouraging squeeze in addition to the apology. "Sometimes, I tend to get a little ... too focused, on the task at hand."

Ha, understatement. This is what you get for hanging about with a perfectionist.

Fareeha shifts a little, partly to assess how he's doing, and to get a little more comfortable now that the initial danger has passed. Fatigue is starting to settle down o her like a heavy blanket, and in the soft glow of the fire and the way their situated, it's starting to be a struggle to stay awake.

"How are you feeling?"