The night for Ikol usually was her up and about helping the crew or aiding Rat with things but Tes just pissed her off too much, she didn't want to help on the ship. As she laid curled up under the blanket her head was partially hidden save for a Â hole where she had her nose poke from and a tuft of hair from the top of her head. Her form may be thin but she still was healthy enough to look decent and not dead, she barely ate but some weeks Rat made her eat more than she wanted so she wouldn't be too thin. After all she was a girl and she needed to eat more sometimes. Ikol slept quietly and muttered in her sleep nonsense phrases and rubbed her face once in a while, it was hard to sleep with the strangers in her room but somehow it made her sleep better knowing she had possible friends now. Though because of her annoyance toward the days happenings she slept through Miro waking and being about the cabin.Â<br/><br/>Though when Kona woke she groaned and rolled sticking a hand out from the blanket, she was not wanting to get up at all. Her eyes squinted shut as she slept and heard the urgency, he then had to shake her Â Growling to herself she wiggled and moved around. The blanket twisted and moved as she stretched under it making a short yelped squeak when she stretched funny. Moving around she sat up and looked more dead asleep than she did yesterday when she stared, fluffing her hair she looked at him. Then it registered and she pushed him back and got up in a whirl, dashing to her boots she jumped into them, grabbed a bit of her food and went to the wash bin. Washing her face and hands she ran to the door, put the key around her neck, ate what was in her hand, ran to her plate, ate as fast as she could and then grabbed Kona's hand.Â<br/><br/>She tugged him out the room and then let go running off on deck, lucky for them it was breaking light out still. Grumbling in her half sleep wake state she looked around. Tes was in his cabin still probably working and shit. Rubbing her head she looked for Rat or even the burly male, Gunner. Those two usually were up pretty early doing look out, or attending the wheel. Gunner was on the wheel deck and he looked haut as tired, she didn't blame him. They had been in port for two weeks and didn't sleep like they normally did, usually slept in or all day. Normally though they manned the ship and took shifts, speaking of which it would be her turn to do the dreadful night watch with Rat and Gunner that night. Grumbling again she began walking the deck, still rather sleepy.Â