Too sleepy to really care what was going on, Nathaniel nodded, and laid himself down in the grass. "Kay," he said softly. Remington would know what to do, because he was smart and he was a Marine and they knew what to do on battlefields and stuff.
"Good you're speak... Latin now..." Nathaniel mumbled into the grass, to no one because Remington had already snuck out of the tent and was on his way to do whatever it was he needed to do. But Nathaniel wasn't even awake enough to know that, and within a few moments he had finally fallen asleep, breathing heavily.