[Corovignh]

After that exhausting ordeal, Cha was thankful for the mound of sand. Even if it was sand, she didn't care, it was something she could rest in. It didn't take long before she started to doze, the way her shoulder muscles were twitching acting as pre-warning signs that she would be sore in the morning. A brush against her side made her growl in warning, not wanting to be roused at this time. She was sleeping, couldn't they tell? At least, she wanted to.

And it was dark... maybe it was still night. Meaning her laying and not moving was justified. But then through her eyelids she saw a faint glow and covered her arms, it couldn't be morning yet. That was also when she remembered... her mind had been ready to slip into a comforting retreat, but that also meant she'd be giving in to her inner critter. That wasn't necessary at the time. Especially at the sudden retching sound. Cha sat upright, having pulled a dagger from her secret pocket but relaxing once she saw it was just the man having reached consciousness. And it was a relief. If he had been dead.... well, he would've been dead. There wasn't too much she could add to it. And she didn't feel like talking, her whole body hurt still. With little to no grace she let herself fall back onto her side, re-sheathing the little blade and inching close enough behind the guy to rub his back. It was meant more as a soothing act than anything else, he seemed like he'd been ready to collapse ages ago.