Hugh just sat for a moment, "You've caught me. Just can't trust bedrolls." He chuckled. "It is a wonderful fur, though." He said, feeling the fur coat with his hand. It was still soft, even though he had it for awhile. It was certainly durable, which Hugh needed. "Ahh, screw it." He took off his chainmail shirt and sprawled out on the ground, lying flat on the sand. He was weirded out by the slight moan he heard, which caused him to panic for a few seconds before realizing it was just Sana. 

"Oh." He shrugged, lying back down to relax, his armor and weapons lying right beside him. He was ready for a good relaxation and a nap. He hoped that there would be no disturbances, as he was starting to feel good and didn't really want to get up. His boots were still on his feet, and he had little intention of taking them off, as he had gone wearing boots for days straight. It was the sacrifice of the job. Comfort for good money. 

He gave a loud sigh, drifting off into a day dream, not really getting to sleep at all. It was sometimes difficult for him to doze off during the day, but he could do it. "If only the sun would go down." He said, aloud.