Shadowheart's nose crinkled lightly at the sight of the Selûnite settling for the night on the bedroll next to hers, unable to hold back a scoff. Of all her traveling companions (the githyanki aside), this one was the greatest nuisance. A thorn in her side, an irritant she couldn't get rid of, a gnat buzzing around her ears.

And not out of hatred on her part, although she very, very much wished that were the case. No, infuriatingly, she didn't hate the devout follower of the Moonmaiden. Which, as a Shar worshiper, was practically tantamount to heresy. But no, the faithful of Selûne had wormed into her heart, and there was nothing she could do about it.

She was no stranger to attraction, having had her fair share of physical, meaningless trysts. But this was different. This was a yearning for closeness and warmth, for shared secrets, for a bond so strong it would make the gods jealous. It was an utterly useless wish, an impossible dream. Lady Shar was watching, and admitting to not only having feelings, but having feelings for a follower of her Lady's most bitter rival deity was the worst of betrayals.

As her traveling companion started saying something, Shadowhard lifted a palm. "Whatever it is you have to say can wait until morning, I'm sure," she said, her tone flat and uninterested. "Unless it's very urgent, and nothing you have to say ever is very urgent, keep it to yourself. We have a long journey tomorrow."

Shadowheart's lips turned downwards in a small frown, and she rolled over, turning her back on the object of her affection. Annoyingly, her heart was fluttering at the thought of a night's worth of sleep, side by side. The wound in her right hand burned, sending a shooting pain up her arm, and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the Selûnite.

"Sleep," she told herself. "Focus on your mission. Stop being a lovesick fool."

Maybe if she repeated the words often enough, her heart would listen.