"They'll find our bones tangled together at the heart of the stinking, polleny forest." Luka eased onto his side, slipping out of her with a sigh and laying a big hand on her belly. The unusual warmth seems to have passed replaced by a boneless brainlessness Kaivodulin is well familiar with now. He sighs at the tent ceiling and fishes in the torn clothes and tangle blankets for the cigarette case that is definitely his, just monographed wrong. Popping it open he lights one, puffs, and passes it to her.