Khemrys just chuckled softly, watching the spitted fish cook "'Tis naught" she assured quietly. Once certain that none of eh food was in imminent peril, she begna to unroll her blanket, settling her pack at one end for a pillow. She's not tired yet, but sleep is something you gather while you can.
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:59 am (UTC)