Catherine
*As Edith spoke to her in the voice she did, one of Juna's ears would lower to the side in that lopsided confused look she typically gave. Nevertheless, she had to admit she was feeling a bit tired even in the eyes of the strange woman. Juna gave a sigh in return, unable to debate with Edith seeming to smile over it or maybe she was thinking about the horse? Juna couldn't understand the companionship of one anyways.*

"Al... Alright..."*She found herself moving over to where Jace laid, laying down near him so that she could wrap an arm around the Jackal in his doze. He instinctively would roll over and lift his head, always moving when Juna did though after his quick assessment over there being any danger, he'd rest his head once more.

Juna tried to keep close to the warmth of the fire, disliking the feeling of the cold as the season of death neared.*"Thank you..."*She whispered in a slight doze as her chest would begin to rise and fall rhythmically in her slumber.*
James
*With her new acquaintance drifting off to sleep, edith began her long night of silence and boredom. The only thing she did throughout this night was tossing twigs and grass into the fire then staring off into the forest to make sure nothing attacked. Edith had begun to see shadows moving at the edge of camp but she never got a good look at what it was, or even if it was real or not. But she never saw them enter the light and she remained paranoid and fearful throughout the night, afraid that at any moment some ghastly creature would rush the camp tearing her apart before she could react. But despite the fear lingering in her stomach she kept her calm the best she could, and she kept her sword drawn just in case.*
Melissa
*And with there conversation ended and edith keeping the fire going, the unknown creatures lurking in the darkness right at the edge of the campsite never came near. Whether or not it was in ediths mind as she saw shadows moving around while the fire flickered, or if it was real the fact is whatever it was didnt get close. Juna didn't feel the cold to often unless a gust of win blew the heat away from her for a moment before it returned.*