The night passed slowly for Ahmaht. He'd kept awake easy enough, but he had nothing to occupy his time. He'd spent as long as he could sharpening and polishing his blades. He spent a while poking aimlessly at the fire with a stick, and eventually dragged a boulder over to sit against. His thoughts wandered the entire time, though he found himself glancing between Larea and Sigrun quite often, hoping that one of them would wake up so he would at least have someone to talk to. The last few hours of night he spent idly drawing on the ground.<br/><br/>The large foreigner was starting to doze off, when the voice of Zel brought him back. "Morning," he responded simply, gently picking up the girls again. "Let us be off." He kicked dirt over the fire and turned on his heel. "We can stop to eat once the girls wake. Should it prove to be too long, let me know."