Alearindu sat by the fire quietly, and listened in on some of the conversations. When most had left, she too got up, and went over to where Mornen stood.
She gave him a pat, and then sat down against a tree and ate a small dinner, giving Mornen an apple as well. Alearindu wasn't too keen upon sleeping without a worry with that attack earlier that day.
So, instead, she leaned against the tree, and pulled out a small book from her pack. Alearindu wrote for a while, poems, and the days happenings, and then closed it and put it back into the pack.
Mornen, even though it was uncommon for horses to sleep laying down, laid down at Alearindu's side and placed his head in her lap. Alearindu stroked his muzzle and rubbed his ears gently, then got comfortable sitting, and watched over the group, resting, but not sleeping.
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