Calanon responded with a "as you wish" to her, and got comfortable as she went to gather what wood she had left behind. He knew that it would be a welcome thing to keep the fire going this night. They were not yet in the coldest region they were to travel, but a warm fire was always good for the spirit, and the body. It roared strongly for the moment, but he'd use the wood she brought back to add to it once it was her watch. 

She returned to find Calanon in the same spot, though unmoving and very much alike with the tree he perched within. His dark colors blended in well, and his light swaying matched those of the branches. As Rayadell fell asleep, Brogach knelt down and curled up across the fire from her. Calanon gazed at them both for a moment, considering how similar the two were in his mind. The main difference was that Brogach had nothing to hide, and Calanon suspected that Rayadell had her secrets. If anything, she was even less talkative than Brogach in her own way. 

Calanon smiled at that, and refocused on his watch. His bow out and arrow within easy reach, he sat there and enjoyed the nighttime air, and the soft sounds that reached his Elven ears. Fortunately, there was little that needed to be worried about, he found out after most of the night was gone. Nothing had attacked them. He was certain that would change all too quickly when they passed the mountain range, so it was a good first night. He softly landed atop the ground, and knelt before Rayadell. "Would you like to take the watch?" he asked her.