"Ooooohhhhhh." Kamrynn groaned. The rheum clung stubbornly to his eyes even as he rubbed it away. "Already?"
He sat up, cracked his neck to the left and right, then yawned. Getting to his feet proved difficult, his legs were reluctant to bear his weight, and sleep seemed so inviting.
Finally he stepped away from his bedroll to stretch. "You're... You're more than welcome to my bedroll, if you haven't brought your own." He said sleepily.
A few minutes of stretching brought him to full wakefulness. He reached into his horse's saddle bag, pulling out some of his travelling rations: A ball of rice with a bit of pork stuck into the center, wrapped in leaves to protect it during the trip.
As he bit into a breakfast hours earlier than he would have preferred, he occupied his shift with listening to the sounds of the forest, trying his best to attune himself to his surroundings. He had spent some time in the woods as a child, but he knew little of forest survival. Even posting a watch at camp was something he wouldn't have thought of.
The night passed slowly, there was little else than the sound of wind rustling the trees, or was it an animal? When the sun began to peak its head over the horizon, Kamrynn decided it was time to wake Eris and continue their march of death to the young Vanessa's forest hideaway.
He tip toed quietly over to Eris' side, her face looked troubled, even in sleep. It seemed unlikely that something as simple as a bad dream would trouble a woman so profoundly. He leaned over, lowering a hand to rouse her...