With the kind of night she just had, Sidouer felt like a freaking zombie. Hours upon endless hours of that stupid creature, or beast, trying to claw and climb its way into the house kept both her and Verda up almost all night. Thankfully, for a building that looked like it was about to just let out a heavy sigh and fall over sideways, it withstood the relentless beating it received.
Her eyelids felt so heavy, each blink harder to open to the last. Maybe, just maybe, she could take a quick rest beside the fallen log. It would give her something to lean against and there were enough twigs and branches around that if someone, or something, tried to sneak up on her, she would wake up instantly.
In all honesty, she should just go back to town, lay down on the bed, and take a nap in the safety of the village. But she was honestly so exhausted and the wood she had gathered for the hearth was getting too burdensome to continue to carry.
“Just a few minutes,” Hopefully Varda would come looking for her if she was gone too long. Then again they were of opposing factions so it wouldn’t be a surprise if she was considered an unfortunate casualty.
Sidouer set the stack of wood down on the damp moss-covered ground and sat down beside it. It was cold and her body was tired of shivering, but above all else she needed rest and so she closed her eyes and let sleep take her in these misty woods.