Heria shook Ares awake. Ares rubbed his eyes then rolled from his furs before finally hopping out of his tent to embrace the day. The sun had yet to come out, though it would be peeking out soon enough. Ares looked out to see the humans were still in their camp, and considering no one had woken him up earlier, he doubted they had made any suspicious movements in the night.
Heria yawned and stretched beside Ares as he went around jogging, partaking in some calisthenics to warm himself up, and then finally carrying around a cart filled with some items, before shifting everything away.
He splashed some cold water around himself, changed, and then slipped into his armour. He adjusted his helmet and then hopped onto a fort wall to take watch, lazily relaxing on his side. After a short while he pulled out his furs and then laid on that as the wall was too rough on his body.
Heria sat down nearby, Ares offered her a blanket and she graciously accepted.
