Arus frowned at the Seeq's outcry but said nothing. Anything he said would simply make things worse and things were bad enough as it was. He reluctantly held his tongue and put up his writing tools, though he felt no desire for sleep he also wanted to be fully capable in the event of the no doubt upcoming fights tomorrow. As he made his way to his tent Arus glanced at the downtrodden soldiers around him. Truly they needed something good to happen soon, an army with no morale was about as helpful as no army at all. Arus entered his tent and lay down, covering himself with the thin blanket and staring up at the strange stars through the hole in the top of his tent. What an interesting situation he found himself in, Arus mused to himself as he futility attempted to find sleep.