The words that she spoke contradicted her actions strongly. The assurance of not being tired along with a yawn made Quintus finally allow a softened version of the grimace from before appear on his aged features. He looked back to the fire, tapping his fingers against his shin. His calloused fingertips shifted the leather belt that was holding his boot tight against his leg. This girl was not made for fighting and traveling, it was quite clear to him, how could it not have been to those that were in higher positions of authority than him?
“I see.” He responded to her explanation that she was keeping watch. The elf didn’t ask if she meant keeping watch on the camp or keeping watch on the fire. He figured the girl wouldn’t appreciate such a question. Instead, he sighed, “I will keep watch with you.”
As he sat there, Quintus realized he had not eaten. He moved his pack around, unbelting a pouch and beginning to look around inside it. The man did not find anything, however. His own supplies had been used up. He would have to hunt later. Belting his pack back up, he set it behind him. He looked over to Ashya, “If you don’t mind, Miss Ashya, why is it that you are along with the Wardens?” Quintus awaited her response with patience as he alternated his gaze from her to the fire and back again.