He gave a slightly pained nod, before gesturing to the blankets. "So there appears to be an extra energy layer sandwiched somewhere. Great. But anyways, eat and sleep, we leave in four hours, and I intend to get to that bandit camp before dawn."<br/><br/>He wasn't that tired, having only had about a third of a day instead of a full one, but like any good, veteran soldier, he was able to sleep anywhere and anytime, not knowing if another three day battle lay around the corner. He did lean out, and glance at the sky, before pulling apart his MRE, and began consuming it with barely enough time to swallow, let alone taste. Just as well, as this was an omelet course, and he figured that even ancient jerky would taste better. The only upside was that it tasted like nothing he had ever had before, including vomit and boiled leather.<br/><br/>He glanced up, and gave the elf an amused look, before leaning forward to help her get hers ready, the heading pack causing the most issues. Apparently she couldn't read English, which wasn't surprising.