"...non starà mica..." thought Giulia, Seeing Aerin to take a seat nearby, looking at the immensity of the beach and the room around the fire, then, looking at how close Alejandro and Asta were "...nah...".<br/><br/>Still, he yawned, and like the most primal sense of community, she yawned too; but as the muscled man seemed to be going to sleep right there with his hands on the back of his head, she felt a bit too fresh to actually sleep, also, her mind went for a popular TV show where celebrities were sent to an unhabitated island and made to face challenge after challenge, and she reminded well the way they wore nothing but bathing-boxers or bikinis in the day and, before going to sleep, they all wore hoodies or other heavier clothes. Closing her eyes, she remembered a rather large and thick blanket nearby the discarded clothing items and, without thinking a second time, went to grab that sheet. It was the third time in few minutes that she walked that way and now, even without the help of Aerin, she knew where to walk and where to go. Once there, she easily felt the thick and rough texture of the thick blanket and, before returning to the fire, Giulia also grabbed a couple of beach-towels and then, returned to her place. Once there, she throw a towel over the sand, knowing how much it can hold moisture and, generally, feels hard and uncomfortable against the skin, then, satting over it, she placed the thick blanket over her body and, hoping to not wake him up, she covered Aerin too.<br/><br/>Removing her glasses and caringly placing them at her side, she sighed <<...Buonanotte...>>