Aarias nods, letting a smile come to his lips, chuckling a little internally at Giannya's stare. "You're fine and thank you again - sleep well." It seems she is amazed by him? Curious? Oh hell, he doesn't know and he ponders the options lightly as he lies down in the cot with his armor still on. It's better to be safe than sorry. He reminds himself internally before closing his eyes, a hand on his sword hilt once he moves it to the side of his bed.
Soon sleep overcomes the tired soldier, his full belly happily gurgling every so often as he falls into a light sleep. Being in someone else's home makes him uneasy but the cool handle of the sword brings comfort to him. He dreams of the far away land of Zeltivia and goes off what the picture in his pocket looks like. The lakeside cottages, warm blue water with the shimmering sun. Wow! It seems all like a dream to him and being so far away, it's an unreachable one at that.
Nighttime blankets the tent and soon enough the morning comes around, Aarias still asleep in the cot. One leg is thrown over the edge, ready incase he hears a sound and has to jump up to defend himself. His breath spills from his mouth at a steady pace, a small murmur of a snore deep within his throat.