Night had finally arrived, and with it came the overwhelming feeling of exhaustion as if her own biological clock was synced to the sun. Her eyelids were heavy with drowsiness to the point where just holding them open was starting to get tiring. Her body didn't fare much better. She felt like she could just lie down where she was and fall into deep sleep if it weren't for the cold. The last thing she wanted to do was catch a cold. Though she did feel bad about making her new friend share space with her in his bed, the thought of warmth and comfort overwhelmed whatever reservations she had about it.
With a grunt, Joanna pulled herself up off the ground by Beodan's hand. Standing up so fast made her head spin for a moment, but before too long she had regain enough of her senses to follow Dan back into the tent. She felt like she should say something. A thank you, or some kind of appreciative gesture. This kind of hospitality was not something she was accustomed to, especially from another Kelvic. And though many of her habits had been reformed by human interaction, she felt a sense of ease around him. Like she didn't have to act so reserved. This was not a new observation, of course. But it was a unique enough occurrence that Joanna couldn't stop thinking about it. She would think of a way to repay him, even if he refused.
Her mind snapped back as Beodan walked past her to the other side of the room. She was confused at first until she saw him putting out the lights around his home. Darkness crept further across the tent with each flame vanishing from sight, until Dan himself was swallowed whole. It took time for her eyes to eventually make out his silhouette, by which time he had already made his way into bed. She felt a bit nervous, still, for no particular reason. At least, none that she could coherently describe.
“This way.”
A smile stretched across her face as she guided herself to the voice, using her hands to gauge her distance. She felt her fingers brushed past his arm before finally settling on the bed, where she slowly crawled past him to the side pressed against the wall. She was so tired she could barely think of anything besides sleeping. Even her arms were starting to go comatose as she struggled with pulling back the covers. With enough effort she managed to slip into warmth and comfort with a long sigh. With the last remaining consciousness, she turned her head to look at Beodan with a warm smile. She would have said "Good night", but instead sleep hit her like a loaded wagon, and within the span of a few seconds she was already into deep sleep.
I do have one concern, however, and that is the copy and pasting of dialogue. Please do not do that in the future and instead paraphrase or find other ways of referring to dialogue your partners have written. 