There's some chuckling from the campfire, as people move aside, to make room for her. Fortunately, the watch shifts were right about to change anyway, and with the commotion, they happened a little early, allowing her to get her rest for the night.<br/><br/>The next morning dawns, and in her wagon, she finds a human male, passed out cold; his hide tunic has a long gash in it, from where she cut him the night before, and he looks pale, but alive. He stirred as she entered, blinking as his eyes adjusted. "So... it wasn't a bad dream, then," he said, quietly.