The silence was deafening, more so than it usually was. The fire crackled gently, twigs that'd been thrown in snapping beneath the heat. This was a rather normal night for you — sitting in the quiet of camp, enjoying the peace for a few hours before trying to fall asleep again, which would often fail and result in more waiting.

Abigail was beside you, staring into the flames much like you did but occasionally sipping a coffee she'd brewed. "So..." she started, unsure of how to continue after that. "You just... sit here? That's all you do?"

You glanced at your pocket watch: 1 AM. This would be a long night.