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Elizabeth moved to stand in an open area that seemed to be open enough to keep watch on all sides.

She shifts her pack on her shoulder more comfortably before turning to give a raised brow to the others.

"Here good for the night?"

Date: 2006-03-31 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] homeless-pard.livejournal.com
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.

Date: 2006-03-31 06:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
"Which is why we should be glad to have Khemrys with us. Well, that and it is her world after all."

He watches Khemrys set up her blanket with interest.

"You going to sleep all the way over there?"

Date: 2006-03-31 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] homeless-pard.livejournal.com
Khemrys glanced down at her bedroll, then up once more, seeing nothing wrong with the spot she'd chosen. "If t would be a comfort, I could move closer..." she offered, truly puzzled.

Date: 2006-03-31 06:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
He gives his best 'innocent' look.

"Not unless she asks nicely."

He chuckles and gestures to the spot in front of Elizabeth.
"It would at least be warmer for you. Sorry if it seems odd, we're just a little more used to sleeping a bit closer than most people."

Date: 2006-03-31 06:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] homeless-pard.livejournal.com
And she may be niave, but some innuendo she simply can't help but catch. Something dark flashes in her eyes for a moment, but it's probably the firelight as she shakes her head with a regretful smile. "I rarely seem to sllep well I'm afraid, and would not see your sleep disturbed by my thrashing." a polite way to give them what privacy she could.

Date: 2006-03-31 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
Jason cocks his head lazily, only giving a half-hearted poke at Elizabeth, muttering, "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Are you sure? I know for a fact Nathaniel thrashes more than you ever could, so I don't think you'll bug Elizabeth that much."

His smile is innocent this time.

Date: 2006-03-31 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] homeless-pard.livejournal.com
"But sleep is far more important here, in these lands" she noted quietly. "I'd not forgive myself for waking you"

And look, fish really doesn't take long to cook...she's passing spits and eyeing the trees above them for any hint of Yrael...

Date: 2006-03-31 07:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
Jason takes the fish with a grateful nod. He's well aware of her discomfort, but simply attributes it to the more human notions of groups of people sleeping together.

"We won't force you. Just an offer."

He starts in on his fish. It was even better than it smelled.
"It's fantastic, Khemrys."

Date: 2006-03-31 07:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] homeless-pard.livejournal.com
But it simply...isn't a good thing to intrude if they are courting, even if by standards she does not know. It wouldn't be fair...

"It is a kindness" she answered softly "But please do rest" that said, she shrugged out of her shirt and trews once more, shifting and picking up her own portion and Yrael's before essaying the trees.

Date: 2006-03-31 07:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com
Jason follows her with his eyes, then shakes his head.

"Sometimes I wish I could understand you women."

He tosses the empty spit aside and flops back down, holding an arm out for Elizabeth.

"Let's get some sleep."

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