Ren has trouble settling down lately, although his fears may not be completely unfounded.

When they finally reached a town with an inn, Ren supposed he should be happier. However, the sensation of being watched wouldn't leave him, drifting in and out of the forefront of his mind almost constantly now.

He tried bringing it up to Nora, hoping that maybe she had more of an inkling. Sadly, nothing had come of it, with no one else on the team having any sense of being followed.

Now they sleep, sharing the room with one bed because they didn't want to waste money on anything more expensive, but Ren was still awake. He sharpened his blades as quietly as possible, hoping the repetitive action will lull his thoughts into silence.

It wasn't working so far, and Ren is halfway sure the blades would cut off a finger if he dropped them. He sighed, setting the blade down gently. He leaned back against the wall, looking towards the window across from him.

Moonlight filtered in through the windowpanes, highlighting the wooden floor in soft shades. Outside a bird caws, some sort of crow or raven.

The cry sat Ren more on edge, and he started to go through his usual stretches. The feeling of his muscles tightening then relaxing helped to distract him.

He was almost done with a set of pushups when Ruby shot up out of bed, panting. Ren rose to a sitting position, signing, "Nightmare?"

Ruby didn't see him at first, eyes frantically searching the room for something Ren couldn't see. When they finally land on him though, Ruby relaxed, letting out a deep sigh.

"It's fine." Ruby signed back shakily, her hands dropping with the last motion. Ren raised his eyebrows, and Ruby ducked her head off to the side. Her fair fell in front of her face, but Ren could see the way her back shakes with every breath.

"Ruby." He said simply, an offering more than anything else. Silence overtook the two again, only punctured by their breaths.

"Snow." Ren caught the sign out of the corner of his eye, having moved to glare out the window as the prickling at the back of his neck returned. Ruby was looking down into her lap now, her signing subdued. "There was just snow, and flowers, and someone laughing." At the Ruby shudders, her hands coming up to her ears as if she could still hear it.

Ren didn't say anything, waiting for her to finish.

Ruby brought her hands back down, turning her head until the moonlight shone in her eyes. "My dreams aren't good. Ever. And everything was white like-" Ruby stopped, gritting her teeth and closing her eyes.

"Is this the first?" Ren asked. Ruby shook her head. Ren hummed slightly. "Dreams have meaning, but this could very well be a happy sign as much as a tragic one. Although I hope your dreams after this offer a more positive perception."

"Thank you." Ruby huffed out a breath of air, she rolled over to go lay down again, but froze halfway through, giving Ren a curious look. "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"Nerves." Ren gave the simple answer, rather than explaining the feeling in its entirety.

"You should seriously get some sleep. We have a long way to go tomorrow. Besides we're safe here, at least much safer than we were in the forest." Ruby looked at him, concern blatant.

"I'll try." Ren promised, hoping it would be enough to let Ruby fall back into sleep. Ruby, however, didn't move.

"I can stay up and watch if you want." Ruby offered. "You need sleep."

Ren glanced out the window again, and upon seeing nothing, sighed. He rose to his feet, shuffling over to where his sleeping bag is laid out next to Nora's. Jaune had gotten the bed, still suffering from a few scratches on his side from an Alpha Ursa.

When he laid down, Ruby copied the motion. Under his breath, but sure that Ruby can hear him, he said, "Goodnight."

From there he stared at the ceiling, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. He thought he had been doing all right, but the past few weeks of only getting a minimal amount of sleep was starting to catch up with him.

When he finally closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him, he missed the black bird sitting on the windowsill. Its beady eyes flashed before it took off, flying into the night.