Beelstarmon was looking up at the stars. Her tamer was sleeping in their tent. She didn't know what to make of the foreign object. But, it seemed to make her tamer happy. So, she assumed it was a good thing. Her tamer had offered her to come into the tent, but she declined in favor of looking at the stars.

Beelstarmon didn't notice her tamer exiting from the tent. Until she felt a familiar warmth at her side. She turned to see her tamer nodding off beside her. She wondered how long she was deep in her own thoughts.