Recap: "Yes, sir. Come on Gianna." The auburn haired woman hesitated for a moment, but with a tug on the arm of reassurance from Adrian she went timidly along. Both walked around a little before finding directions for resting areas. Entering the tent they found it filled with only two people, an old woman and old man, on the far side of the tent. "Go lay down and get some rest, Gianna." She yet again hesitated and gave him a look that said 'I don't want to be alone.' His eyes softened a bit; he nudged her in the back a little until she got to a sleeping mat. Adrian then sat her down softly and sat by her, he then made her lay down with her head on his lap as a pillow and his ugly army blankets covering her small form. "Sleep, Gianna..." The way he murmured her name in his deep handsome voice made her eyes flutter shut and her body curl up to his intoxicating warmth :END

Adrian watched her sleep in peace which, Adrian thought, must have been a first in many nights counting on the dark circles surrounding her eyes. He smoothed out her naturally curly hair and moved the strands out of her face. Just then Miller walked in.

"Adrian, I want you to get some rest. But be on your guard in case of attack, understand me soldier?"

"Yes, sir." Adrian saluted as the captain left. He lifted Gianna up and let himself slide down beneath her then let her lay on top of him. She curled up around his side with her head on his chest. Adrian let his eyes flutter close and drift off to sleep; subconsciously bringing Gianna closer to his body and burying his face into her auburn hair.

Slowly the woman stirred to the sound of shuffling feet and orders being made. Opening her strange and rare colored eyes, she felt comfortable on the warm pillow that was a strange mix of hardness and softness, it was hard to interpret which. She slowly looked up with sleepy eyes to see the kind and muscular soldier that had protected her and instantly looked down with a heavy blush that covered her cheeks and over the bridge of her nose. Gianna then settled herself comfortably on Adrian and let herself slip into a blissful sleep with her cheeks colored a dark pinkish red.

But unknown to her Adrian was already awake and was looking at her with his chocolate eyes barely open as to not give his consciousness away. He almost grinned, but kept it down so he didn't scare or embarrass her to death; though he let loose a wide goofy smile when she settled her self into a nap. The young soldier had found her to be so adorable and so innocent in this time and circumstance that it was surprising to him that only the bastard Nazis have tried to take advantage of her.