One advantage of being a light sleeper, was Rayadell rarely found herself dreaming anymore. It was the nights when she [i]could[/i] sleep easily that she dreaded. But on this night, with the woods around her and a new companion to ponder on, that did not pose an issue.
	Still, hours passed quickly in the realm between sleep and consciousness. Though the sound of someone's feet landing on the ground was soft, it was enough to stir Rayadell fully from her slumber. As footsteps neared her, she instinctively reached for her staff in case Calanon had encountered something in his watch--or [i]missed[/i] something. By the time he knelt in front of her, Rayadell had her staff ready to pull herself up or strike out with it. With his form lit eerily by the moonlight and the smoldering embers of the fire behind her, she immediately recognized it was only Calanon.
	At his question, she nodded and stood. She glanced to the fire desperately clinging to life, and went to the pile of wood she had collected. She dropped a couple logs on the embers, making red sparks flair up in excitement at their meal.
	“Rest well, Calanon,” she bade him softly, then headed toward the edge of their small campsite. Though a tree would grant her a good vantage point, her legs felt too restless to remain motionless in the branches.
	Slowly, quietly, she made her way around the perimeter, pausing every few steps to stop and listen to the night, to search for signs of anything lurking nearby. Though a deeper chill had settled in as the night grew darker, Rayadell welcomed the temperature and the fresh crispness it carried with it. She cast Calanon and Borgach glances every now and again. The friendship the two shared was unique, to say the least. But it was there, beast and elf. Elf and beast. And both seemed harmless enough.
	She snorted at the thought. After all, not everything was as it appeared.
	Once, she returned to them as the fire began to die, feeding the eternal hunger of the fire as quietly as she could to avoid disturbing either of them, before returning to her watch, which she had the feeling the tree spirit accompanied her on. Surprising, for a creature that usually had a short attention span.
	When at last the sky began to lighten as the sun started to awake, Rayadell made her way once more back to her companions, giving the Elk a fair amount of space on her way to Calanon, just in case.
	With one hand on her staff, she knelt carefully, and moved to place her other hand on his shoulder to wake him should her presence not be enough to do the job. “Calanon.”