Baatu's eyes graze over the expanse of hoarfrost gathered atop each blade of fescue, flora, more.

Though the radiant Sun has yet to greet the grassy plains — he is no less busy tracking items and expenses with his ledger in hand.

With a charcoal pencil in the other and exhausted eyes raking over the booklet - he pauses.

If only because he feels eyes upon his back. Only then does he cast a curious glance back and ask: "you, too, could not sleep, I wager?"