Winter had assembled her bedroll, laid out Zelly's beside her own, if only to allow her to keep an eye on the girl through the night. It wasn't that she distrusted her, because it's obvious she trusted her quite a bit, but because they had no idea what kind of dangers could be lurking around in the night. The truth of it was, while they had made a deal with the Bahir for now-- that did not mean she trusted it, not any more than the creature probably trusted them, all things considered.

Still, sleep did not come to her easily. She found herself moving, pacing, thumbing over the chain mail she had found and trying to think through everything they had been through. There had been traps set, and so many Dwarves killed-- but by what? Was it all the Bahir or something else? She really couldn't tell. And with so many lost, was it possible that even together they could not stand against the thing? She wasn't sure. She wasn't sure about much right now; and even as tired as she was, she kept pacing.