Demetri pulled his cloak around him even as the warmth from the sun bathed over his form, and he surveyed over the area of the spring. He could see his allies beginning to stir, but knowing the lot of them they'd sleep till they were woken up. He had his feet drawn near, and while he wasn't armored yet, his leather clothing did much to protect his form from the chill morning air, or they normally would have. He hoped it was going to be a warm day as the night had proven a little colder than he would have liked, and his cloths hadn't fully dried before he had to take up watch.<br/><br/>His eyes drifted over to the elf, and in the back of his mind he always wondered if the rogue took luxuries while they slept. Demetri shook his head, knowing that such thoughts would certainly ruin squad cohesion if he let them wander too far. He let out a breath, and drew in air to help warm himself up. He was beginning to think his cloths were colder than the morning air, which drew a smirk to his face. He went ahead and stood up to walk around, he needed to move so as to push the chill from his body.<br/><br/>It didn't take long of that to warm up, and Demetri's mind now free of the nights chill, began to wander on where they were, and how they'd best find their way back. He gave a sigh, before he went over to his armor, and began to don the armor he would he wear while at rest. He began to don the armor, straps clanking against steel, and the sound of leather brushing steel made it's way into the morning warmth, almost sure to wake the lot of them up.