It was a quiet night.

Bellamy walked through the camp before heading to his tent, checking one last time that everything was under control. There were still a few people awake, counting those who were on guard duty that night. But when Bellamy saw you, leaning against a tree and completely lost in your own world, his brow furrowed. It wasn’t your turn to stand guard, you usually went to sleep early, so why were you there?

His feet stopped once he was in front of you, he looked down to get a better view of you, and with that deep voice, he asked, "Why are you up this late?"