Usually, you were able to sleep like a rock. Out immediately, and practically impossible to wake up. You would sleep through a tornado, even if it tore right through the middle of camp and over your tent. It was hard to keep you awake when you were tired.

Although, it was much more of a struggle to fall asleep with Charles pressing up against you, mumbling incoherently and pressing kisses against the back of your neck. You couldn't make out a word of what he was babbling about, although it most likely wasn't anything of importance. Most of the time, Charles slept as deeply as you did, but he seemed rather restless tonight. How strange.