Out of all the members in the group, Trent was the first one to pass out when they got back into the army truck. He trusted each of these people for different reasons. He knew they wouldn't let death overtake them when they could still fight. So he took a Mist-induced nap, mental alarm set to go off when the worst of it had been done in.

Waking from Mist Sleep was like waking up after only five minutes and feeling like someone had run over your eyes with sand and salt. He rubbed them, blinking continuously to get his tear ducts to wet them. Stretching he started handing out the food, the other would have everything else sorted out, again he trusted them in this situation.

A traitorous thought kept nagging at him, he didn't trust them with his want to get out of dodge. To head home, take his family to a neighboring country, to hide and never come out of hiding. Food passed around, drink going next with a mix of alcohol and water and soft drink, Trent let out a sigh as Lee tried to lighten the mood and Zimmy snapped in her tired way. Galahad glamouring the truck startled a laugh from Trent and a soft smile as well.

"He is right," Trent spoke to the princess at last. "I think rest for everyone, I'll work on getting a storm coming in to cover us as we come and go from here."

He grinned at the lot, short as he was, hands behind his back in a very innocent looking manner, "I'll take the first watch. The small power nap in the tin-can over there was helpful. Thank you, Collette, for your superb driving." His smile was mixed with a bit of Mist, to get the others to start to pack up and head to the rooms Daryll had bought. He wasn't sure if any of them would listen to the inducement but he couldn't keep a few thoughts to himself.

Stepping up to Gideon and Setzer, nodding towards Galahad as well to gain his attention, "Odd, is it not? A ship that hides in Mist yet ripples it not? If Vangar had this before, during the siege, why not use it? I could not sense it, not until it's veil fell. I'll summon a storm for tonight, if that ship can hide in plain sight, I'd rather make it harder for the enemy to gain on us."

He would await one of the three's approval, his smile was still in place as he had spoken in a soft voice to not let the princess hear in case her being here was within itself a trap waiting to be sprung. The beads for communication earlier would pass on his worries to the others who were still awake. He kept the smile on his face and headed towards the army truck. It's going to be they're home for a while, he can feel it. Leaning back against the hood he looked up into the night sky, his hands down at his side, Mist gathering and heading up.