As everyone eventually found the space to curl up and lay down, Tzirret was partly relieved to have the space to stretch out his arms. Even if there wasn't much light in the first place to herald nightfall, the lack general movement and light brought fatigue to Tzirret's eyes eventually. Unfortunately, as the man next to Tzirret had already settled from his left, there was no space where he would not be imposing on someone, including Ma'tanza.

[i]"This one can hardly keep his eyes open,"[/i] Tzirret whispered to Ma'tanza so he wouldn't wake anyone, despite the occasional crying infant doing that already. [i]"He...is okay with the confined space here now. He will not panic if you need to...sleep on him,"[/i] Tzirret's eyes darted around, but even in the dark, his voice betrayed that perhaps he wouldn't have minded at all if Ma'tanza was close.

Rhazii had already been chided for speaking too loudly and had been told that he neither could get more food or water, nor use the latrine, so asking that he try to get comfortable was not going to produce results. "Okay mama," he mumbled miserably. He carefully curled up against Ahnasha's stomach and put his arms around Newt, but with very quiet sobs, he started to cry. While others hid their fears, Rhazii simply showed his openly. "Mama? We will get out tomorrow? You promise?"