Arawn wouldn't stay all night. He had his own tent to return to because of decorum. They shouldn't be alone at all, but that was lost on Evanna after travelling with mostly men.
Evanna knew the others would realise soon enough, if they hadn't already, that Arawn would stay with her until the first signs of light. Somehow he managed to always wake up on time and in between the men switching their shifts. After healing Ronan's injuries, the men wouldn't allow her to go on watch. At first, she disliked the idea, but then she realised how her sixth sense would wake her up anyway if there was any danger nearby.
Settling further into Arawn's embrace, the pair's breathing started to deepen into sleep. Whereas on the opposite side of the small camp, the tent remained awake with whispers exchanged. Garrett had opened the flap to his tent to find Fiza side-lying on his furs, hand on her hip, as she smiled at him like it was totally normal for her to be there.
