"Don't worry, it doesn't take long to reach our friends at the port. And to be honest, it might be better if you stayed in there tonight," said Klaus, shoving Alexa into the coffin.
They were on the side of the road; it was getting dark, and he insisted that she would have a much more comfortable night and he had fewer problems than carrying an unconscious woman on his back in an unknown city.
"Stop! It's scary!"
"It's just a bed... for a long sleep. And you're a heavy sleeper, anyway," he forced two fingers on her forehead so that she finally lay down, and Alexa didn't resist this time.
She didn't want that day to end, and it was with a tightness in her chest she woke Klaus out of his sleep after the meal in the barn.
The rain had died off and they should resume their journey. Because of the wagon and the muddy road, their progress was slower than expected, and the night came too quickly.