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_{Some sort of easy out, with risks though? Vaan speculated what she could have in mind. Perhaps she did want some sort of blatant getaway or fighting back after all. Regardless of whatever she had planned though, she seemed hesitant enough to resort to Vaan’s own escape efforts.}

_{He attempted to drive their plan of action forward, to what extent he was capable of locked in a cell. Rubbing his neck, he spoke up to fill the quiet he had left since the words had left her lips, “Well, if you don’t feel like sharing, I guess we’ll have to wait until morning until transport and move from there.”}

_{The escape would not be easy either, but Vaan believed it was feasible. Naminé seemed unlikely to complain much at least. In fact, he had yet to hear her utter one word of complaint, be it about losing her possessions, the arrest, or being tossed in prison. The only thing she had yet to even reprimand Vaan for was his moral misalignment to typical standards.}

_{At least Dalmascan standards. Who knew where she had come from. Beyond names, he had yet to learn anything else about her. Such thoughts rarely came to mind for Vaan, and even so, such thoughts came with delay. He looked once more at the girl he had earlier been arrested with. Her clothing seemed amiss from most Ivalician fashion, and her pale skin hinted a lack of locality. Better yet, why had she been traveling through Rabanastre to begin with?}

_{Too many questions not worth asking at this point. He slouched his posture as he leaned on the wall, sliding down and leveling the slant of his back from the bench seat to the stone. This day was winding to an ugly end and each consequence was narrowing their options. Yet he was tired.}

_{“We’re going to have to go through Barheim and then through the Estersand,” Vaan was sure the other was unfamiliar with these places, but it gave him comfort to have some sort of plan. He had never been much for them. Rather, he had been too reliant on others to create them. The details had always been too boring. This haphazard attempt was all they were relying upon besides whatever she had planned, he thought before slipping out a yawn.}

                                             _{So tired…}

                                                            _{Just to close his eyes for a moment…}

                                                                             

         _{That’s right, it was night. Among all of the chaos and the things that had happened thoughts of the time and proper behavior during those times had been lost, even though she logically knew that yes, night had fallen. With a moon high in the sky and while sitting in a cell she said nothing to Vaan’s statements, instead staring at veritable nothingness as she pondered her options once more, thoughts and images dancing around her head.}

         _{Oddly enough, in that moment, no pressing thoughts seemed to push against her brain, her skull, demand to be heard and seen and acknowledged. In fact things seemed peaceful to her even if the situation was not, and certainly she could fall asleep if she wanted to. But the urge to sleep was far away and distant, nothing to really think about because even if her mind would allow her to rest, it would likely be one that would be unpleasant. So she would simply have to stay awake, though—}

                                                      _{Apparently Vaan had different plans.}

         _{Already he appeared to be fading and she wasn’t sure whether or not to be exasperated with him—though surely he deserved the rest. Turning back away from him she allowed him to sleep, instead carefully sitting down and staring at a wall. Perhaps he had the right idea and she could try to pursue sleep… from what he had said he was trying to formulate some sort of plan or some steps that would lead them out of there, though she couldn’t be sure about that. If they were going to attempt to escape she may as well valiantly attempt to get some sort of sleep, at least for a little while, but thoughts of sleep were eluding her, dancing along the edge of her conscience and teasing her.}

                  _{So she sat and waited as time passed and the sun started to rise once more and she played with the hem of her jacket, fiddled with the hem of her dress, played with the tips of her hair, and sat placidly. As the sky began to lighten once more into a purple color she could hear the sound of guards approaching, armor clattering rather loudly in the silence of the early morn.}

                                                               _{Logically, guards should be silent…}

                                                                                 _{At least, she thought so.}

         _{They were growing closer and Naminé glanced over at Vaan who was still sleeping soundly and she stood up, striding over to him and leaning over to shake his shoulder gently. Waking someone up wasn’t something she was necessarily familiar with, but it couldn’t actually be that hard. ”Vaan,” she called out softly, glancing over her shoulder once before looking back down at his sleeping form. ”Vaan, wake up, guards are approaching.”}

         _{There was little urgency in her voice though she certainly wanted to wake Vaan—the blonde had no idea why the guards were approaching, whether it was for no reason or for transport, but he needed to be awake either way.}