As the group rode along, Ashkey continued to fall further back. Her eyes slowly closed, not being able to stay open from an utter lack of energy.
As she fell asleep on top of her horse, her body relaxed and she tilted to the side, falling off her mount and laying on the ground, somehow still asleep.
Oire rode on his mule quietly, observing the group.
"They seem like good people. Be'er than m 'friends' at 'ome." He thought to himself. "But let's not be 'asty in judgin' them yet."