"Aye." Ana agreed readily, a yawn being stifled even as she rolls her shoulders. "Many of us are tired, our bodies not quite feeling it yet, but she had given us energy to get us through the woods to the river, eventually that will catch up to us. Hopefully it will stay away until we are on solid ground once again."<br/><br/>Light colored eyes look up toward Tristan, seriousness etched into her young face. "Many of us found that after encountering a shadowbeast for the first time, sleeping while the moon is high is near impossible." This was said almost in warning, a sympathetic smile lifting the corners of her lips before suddenly Lauralana's green eyes flew open.<br/><br/>Weariness lined her face, fatigue etched deep in her eyes as the elf woman struggles to sit upwards. "Where...?" She started but Ana was pulling her gently back. "You have not slept log enough Milady, you must rest.."<br/><br/>"Why did I wake?" Lauralana was mildly confused herself, drained and disoriented she felt an odd chill, but chalked it up on her mental fatigue. Settling back, her eyes do not close, instead they seemed trained on the night sky above.