OOC: Ok, so I can see that nothing is going to happen for a while, and I have work to get done. Since its the middle of the night in-game though, I'll just leave this here.
As the group slept spread out over Joel's makeshift beach, there were only two sounds to be heard. Dromaeus, who had been left crumpled up where he lay, snored lightly with his muzzle half open and his tongue hanging on the sand. Every now and then he snorted when sand got into his nostrils.
On the other side of the camp, AEanna tossed and turned, shivering uncontrollably, mumbling and moaning softly in her sleep. If anyone had been awake to check, they would have found that she was dangerously cold, and although her pulse was racing, it was weak and irregular. Eventually, a few hours before dawn, she fell silent and still.