The first few nights in a camp never come easy. Even with the sword, Guts would find himself staring up at the ceiling in the dark, changing positions, only properly settling down when he couldn't tell anyone else was awake. When the sounds outside had been reduced to crickets and owls, and he was fairly certain he wouldn't find the door slammed open while he was vulnerable, his eyelids finally start to feel heavy. His dreams, at least, had been mercifully quiet.

When Vena knocks on the door, his eyes flutter open. The night creatures have been replaced by roosters and the early-risen songbirds. He sits up in his bed, yawning and wiping the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm up."

His shoulder still ached. He looks down to see the linens with some stains of dried blood. From all the climbing he did the night before, he guesses. He should change the dressing before Lashan sees him and starts asking questions.