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[PrivateNomad]

The dorms were filled with people sleeping on the hammocks, a few staying up and talking in hushed tones. Serena as well was layed on her hammock, silently sleeping with a small smile.

[Kansa]

Elena began walking again,
"You heading back to the dorms?"

[Twinwolf]

"Yeah, I'm tired. I was helping out in the medbay for the last couple hours."

[Kansa]

She nodded,
"Sounds tiring. Hopefully it won't be so busy soon though"

[Projeck37]

"Indeed! For what?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Isn't it obvious~?"

[Projeck37]

Nith shakes his head.
"Nay! You are bring quite vague if I may say so!"

[Twinwolf]

Amelie shrugs and continues on to the dorms.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Alistair sighs and keeps walking.

[PrivateNomad]

By now, 11 PM, most everyone in Camp Cinder is sleeping quietly; tomorrow would be a long day just like this, with work to do. Amelie found her hammock situated next to a large Minotaur man snoring extremely loud while Alistair simply found his hammock to be isolated in the corner, next to the hammocks of those lost in the attack that occurred yesterday against a supply truck.

[Akroma]

Helena sleeps restlessly....as always

[Projeck37]

Nith is fast asleep. He kept pondering as he slept, as to what Dalia was implying.

[Kansa]

Elena went to her own hammock, laying her guitar carefully next to it. She climbed into it, closed her eyes and tried to get to sleep.

[PrivateNomad]

~Morning~
The night passes on without a shot ringing in the distance, without the malignant glow of dark magic blasting in the sky, and without the screams of agony of a Void curse. Perhaps they even dreamt of a hopeful future, wallowing in the bliss of creation and away from the tyranny of the void. This was evident to them when they awoke to the morning sun shining through the window, its rays glistening off their wakeful faces as they pierced the dense smog overhead.
Nith noticed Serena fast asleep as usual, lightly breathing and curled up in the comfort of her hammock, a small and peaceful smile on her face, as if she was looking forward to the day. Alistair took sight from the far corner, in the rays of the sun, the peaceful stretching and yawning figure of the woman whom he had lifted the curse off of just yesterday night; he couldn't seem to shrug away the grim memories of her writhing in agony, but seeing her now brings him a small sense of hope. She noticed him and gave him a warm smile, waving over to him in greetings as her long dark, messy hair flopped about from her motions.

[Akroma]

Helena is running in the yard. She has been at it since sunrise.