Aideen snored softly, holding her staff close and being covered by her cloak-and the cloak of Manannán, who had taken it off after Aideen had fallen asleep to keep her warm- she was content. It was hard to live sometimes, but it was new, every day brought something that the last one did not, unlike working on a farm. Her guardian and friend Manannán was sat up, he seemed deep in his own sleep, but it was only a half-sleep, and he would wake if anyone approached their Impromptu camp. The smoldering embers of a fire where spluttering their last embers of life from the ground, the food that had been cooked from it filled Aideen's stomuch, Manannán had insisted that she was satisfied before eating himself.