Ashryn finally spotted him and rose from her position on a log by the fire, carefully stepping over sleeping men as she made her way after Cromwell. As she had lost the saddle courtesy of Cromwell, she had lost all of her supplies including her sleeping bag and blanket. She made sure to keep track of him so that she didn't lose him in the tunnel. As she reached him, she found him already setting up his tent. She stepped towards him, placing a hand on her hip and frowned at his question. "No, not really. Not to mention, since you cut my saddle, I lost all of my supplies, including my bedding." She then paused as she eyed him for a moment, looking hesitant. "I would prefer to sleep near you, though. You're the only one I know the best here."<br/><br/>She lifted her hand from her hip and brushed some of her brown hair over her shoulder, a sigh escaping her lips. She was feeling sleepy again. Still, she wasn't looking forward to sleeping on the ground with no bedding. The ground was extremely hard, after all. She watched him as he moved, falling silent. She wasn't sure if he was going to allow her to sleep close to him, but figured it had been worth a try to ask. It wasn't her fault that she felt the most safe around him. She had talked to a few of the men and made progress with them, but she was far from done.