Mesaraih looked over at Tal as he started to drink some of the water too, thinking about his words. He hadn't considered that before, but he didn't usually work in a group, so he hadn't had many opportunities to think of it. He nodded in approval. "Makes sense to me," he said finally. He paused a bit, wondering whether he should take the first shift or not. He had been the one to offer rest, and admittedly he would like some sleep to help the air patch up his wound a bit, but he wouldn't balk at staying up for a while longer.<br/><br/>Valehna spoke before he could come to a decision, however. "I'll go on the first watch with Tal," she said. Mesaraih smiled at her, punching her arm playfully. "You're amazing Valehna, I hope you know that."<br/><br/>Valehna sent a small spark of lightning dancing around Mesaraih's hand where he touched her. "I have a bruise there," she said through gritted teeth. "Be careful."<br/><br/>Mesaraih recoiled at the small shock the spark sent through his arm. "Ouch, sorry," he said, pouting at her.<br/><br/>Valehna managed the smallest of smiles before walking over to the lake, leaning against a pillar by the lake's shore. She looked into its depths for a while, becoming almost hypnotized by its gently lapping water. It was a bit colder than she had expected it to be. She rubbed her bare arms, supressing a shiver.<br/><br/>Mesaraih walked over to the house Ester had found. He wasn't sure whether she was asleep already, so he was silent as he walked inside. Noiselessly, he removed his leather chestpiece, and then his shirt, letting the coolness of the air kill the prickle of the cut. The strange glow of the place reminded him of moonlit nights, despite the difference in color. Moonlit lights with lamps and fires, that was more accurate.<br/><br/>He unsheathed one of his daggers and ran a finger along the blade for a while, then looked up at the roof of the small house. He was suddenly confused by his decision to come inside here rather than look for a bed in one of the other houses.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">It's logical,</span>a voice inside his head said.<span style="font-style: italic">You should try to stick close to people, you're working with a group now... <br/></span><br/><br/>The voice wasn't entirely convincing him. He yawned, beginning to feel his eyelids grow heavy.