[b][center][color=#17c311][h3][i]Cyneburg[/i][/h3][/color]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Orc Camp
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color] Nobody[/center][/b]

Well everyone was getting all prepped for sleep or sleep-equivalents, if they were not unconscious already. Some seemed to have more trouble getting to a state of rest, tossing and turning, making more noise than the usual soft breathing or loud snoring. Cyne saw all these things and more. It seemed that their little group wasn't the only ones gearing up to sleep, in the distance Cyne spotted orcs similarly getting prepared to take watch or lie their heads down, the noise from earlier in the evening having mostly died down.

Although the impulse to sleep came over the majority of the creatures in the forest, humanoid or not, Cyneburg found herself completely awake. She was able to stare off into the forest without so much as a yawn. If her body needed to rest right now, it gave no indication of the sort.

Possible insomnia aside, she performed her duties on watch the same way she always did when she didn't have access to forms better suited to the task than her default state of being: She kept an eye on the people sleeping in case somebody woke up prematurely, kept an ear out for noise in the wilds surrounding her and poked at the fire to make sure it was still going. Ntaj might be the next person on watch, but thereafter would be six more people who were not fortunate enough to be blessed with inborn night vision. While on watch, she'd find herself gnawing on some leftover bones from some woodland creature that had been killed by Sana, but otherwise she'd sit and watch until it was Ntaj's turn to take watch.

Assuming nothing happened of course.

Something can always happen.