Macbeth showed up right on cue, his red eyes showing few hints of exhaustion. Because of his magic, he would have a difficult time going to sleep around the midnight hours, but Jellal didn't want him taking over the night watch completely since he'd just be dead on his feet in the morning. Well, deader than usual anyway.
Macbeth glanced at Cobra and—seeing that he was awake already—yawned and flopped down on his own makeshift bed. Irritated, but with nothing substantial to say, he reluctantly got up and went to go do his part of the night watch.
He was half-way out the tent door before he heard a voice call out, "So, are you going to do it, or not?"