As everyone was slowly going to sleep and the drums calmed in the night, Zuline helped Jäwell to enter the tent. She knew something intense would have happened and he understood at this moment why she was telling him to prepare his bedding before joining the others around the fire as he would not be able to do it after.
Jäwell was feeling weak and drained from his energy, yet, he had a sense of renewal. He entered after her, feeling fresh and happy. The prince grabbed Zuline by the waist and raised her, spinning and twirling. His laughter broke the silence and Zuline chuckled.
"Now I find you back, my prince," She said to him, amused.
"I never felt so alive. Thank you, my dear," He stopped to turn and hold her strongly in his arms for an instant. As he let her go and went to lay on the furs, he stared at the ceiling, placing his arms under his head as a pillow.
