Inspired by my being half asleep and the thoughts that I had during that time.
Through drooping eyelids Rikku stared sideways at the watchman for the night. He leaned against a tree that melded with his back through the hazy film of drowsiness, his form blurred by the natural and sparse tears of her watering eyes. The dwindling fire's sparks touched him tenderly, illuminating his deep red coat with a warm glow. He so calmly relaxed with his head bowed in the dim light. Auron almost looked saintly.
Her eyelashes began to close like curtains drawn together, and the image of the elder guardian remained a picturesque imprint on her dimming sight.