As the rest of the day moved forward and the convoy began to set up camp on the outskirts of Marksend, Dahlia continued to flip in and out of lucidity. At some times she actually managed to be rather coherent, but it would only last for a few minutes before she drifted off and became sluggish or even fell back to sleep altogether.
The night continued on like this and for the most part, Bessie and Valentina stayed by her side all the while. At one point they moved out of the hard and cold wooden flooring of the wagon and got into a proper tent. Sure, the ground was cold and hard too, but it was nothing that a little bit of impromptu bedding couldn't fix.
Once things had settled down, the evening moved forward slowly. No truly meaningful conversations happened as, even when she was more lucid, Dahlia seemed to enjoy focusing more cuddles than anything serious. It wasn't until about eleven at night that the slow pace of the evening had to change.
