Ghost woke up suddenly, sitting upright in the middle of the moonlit night, the gentle, comforting burn of the campfire at his side, delighted to find that everyone else was asleep.

Except one.

"Who th'..?" he yawned.

You sat solemnly by the fire, instrument in hand, softly singing a song which had everyone sleeping soundly, your face lit up warmly with the glow of the bonfire. Just minutes ago, not one was slumbering, and now they were all laid back snoring in their cots and sleeping-bags. Thanks to you, he guessed.