Rimudo awoke with a start, drenched in a cold sweat. He sat up, darting a glance at the campfire, which was still bright and crackling. The prince let out a sigh, then turned to look at Takiko, still asleep underneath the blanket next to him. He had claimed that the purpose behind his wanting to sleep in the same space as Takiko was to protect her, but in truth, he just wanted to be able to feel her close by at all times. Rimudo gently kissed her forehead, then walked over to a log near the fire and sat down.

Within moments, he felt something touch his right arm. Turning, he was surprised to see Namame sitting next to him. Rimudo had to smile at the little rock figure. "Still awake at this hour?"

Namame tilted his head to one side, as if to accuse, "You are, too."

The two sat in companionable silence for a time. "I was just thinking about things," Namame nodded, entreating him to go on. "You know, I've seen a lot of violence in my life. Hell, I'm partially to blame. I killed a thousand people." He looked down at Namame, whose face stayed the same.

Despite being terribly meddlesome at times, Namame was an irreplaceable friend. He was easy to talk to, of course, because he never interrupted. Namame nodded his head at Rimudo, probably trying to say that he understood. He, too, had been through some rough times.

"I wonder if I even deserveā€¦happiness." Rimudo muttered, looking over at Takiko. Namame stared at Rimudo for a few moments, and then shook his head. He rose from the log and played around with the dirt for a few minutes. After looking at something in his hands, he put it into Rimudo's hand and closed his fingers around it. Rimudo opened his hand at peered at the little Takiko statuette inside, then looked at the real Takiko a few feet away. Finally, he gave Namame a warm smile.

Happiness was his to keep.