Ysaryn grinned in the dark again. "Speak for you self to rest." She answered to Kire. Ruli kept quiet after that, lying awake a lot longer, unable to sleep as easily as he wished. 
Come morning, Ysaryn was awake and gone from the sleeping chamber, while Ruli was still sprawled on his back, one arm bent over his face -for comfort or protection- and he slept soundly. 

Footsteps sounded behind Kire as she dried her hair, then they stopped suddenly. Zeke stood with the kettle, eyes bleary and red. He narrowed them at Kire, looking more as if he were trying to get her into focus than actually glaring. "Sorry." He blurted, turning to walk upstream from her, leaving her to bathe. 
"Spot taken!" Came Ysaryn's sharp shout, and Zeke froze again, closing his eyes. 
Muttering to himself, he turned and began walking downstream instead, his steps cautious on the uneven ground.