Sleepless nights had become the norm, since the first evening spent out on the road. Perhaps it was nerves that kept his mind on edge; perhaps a certain excitement. Hard to say. He dare not waste much effort analyzing the matter. Sooner or later, exhaustion would take the reins and finally allow him the rest he needed, though until such a time, it seemed he was doomed to a fate of playing watchdog for the company; occasionally replacing the dwarf assigned to the duty (despite their inevitable, though half-hearted, objections).
Tonight, however, was different in only one way, for on this night he was not alone in his restlessness. Not but a few meters from him, another had stirred, sitting up in his bedroll and drawing Thorin’s attention in full.
For a moment, he remains quiet, observing in silence for any outward signs of a problem, though it’s hard to discern an issue from the normal confusion born from waking so suddenly in the middle of the night. The latter, in all honesty, seemed more likely, and he was almost ready to dismiss it entirely.
However, that could easily come back to bite him in the ass later on. In this case, looking the other way was not the best option.