You found yourself tossing and turning yet again. Your bed felt too warm, your tent too small, your clothes too tight. You just needed air, needed to feel the cold of the night to ease some of the anxiety that was overwhelming you. Leaving your bed, you tossed on your cloak over your night clothes and grabbed the bottle of wine you'd been saving from your pack, heading off into the night.

You found yourself perched upon a boulder overlooking camp, sipping straight from the bottle of bitter wine as you watched the stars above. You felt much more at peace, although rest still seemed far from your reach.

"Can't sleep?" a familiar voice broke the soft silence of the night. Shadowheart sat beside you on the boulder, her dark hair seemed to shimmer under the moonlight. The cleric reached for the bottle in your hand with a grin "I can't sleep either. But the stars are twice as beautiful when I can watch them beside good company"