"Thank you.  I appreciate your offer," Mariska replies." I only need two hours, though.  If I should fall asleep, please wake me."<br/><br/>She then proceeds to lay out her bedroll.  She unbuckles her swordbelt, and pulls her weapon from its scabbard.  She lays down on the bedroll, with her sword lying alongside her, and the hilt of it beneath her hand.  She does not remove her armor.<br/><br/>As she closes her eyes, and tries to unfocus her mind so that she can rest, the air of tension, as if she is always anticipating something to leap out at her and attack her fades, and her dark hair frames her face in contrast to her ivory skin.