The movement draws Derrica's attention. As quiet as the night has been, there's nothing ominous outside of the camp to worry her. It's good luck. Derrica had been worried about bandits, but so far the biggest issues they've come up against are running out of stories and song, and struggling to gets the children to sleep.

And speaking of that particular trouble—

"Hello," Derrica answers as she turns to watch the pair of them approach. She's draped in a cloak, but her fingers are bare where they hold her staff in front of her like a walking stick. Her gaze travels from Marcus to his little shadow. "Can't sleep?"

Pulling the collar of her own cloak up slightly, she refrains from staring at Marcus' staff. She has questions about the stones, about the weave of metal and the seamlessly attached blade. But instead, she prods: "You'll need cloaks if you plan to stay out very long."