Maggie finds herself reclining, laying on Scruff's slowly rising-and-falling flank. As the pair doze happily, she gazes skyward, peering at the stars and celestial bodies with surprising focus. Where some might mistake her attention as idle or fleeting, nonetheless she carefully ponders their courses and gentle gleams.

"Tomorrow will be dangerous," she suddenly blurts. "But I suppose we all knew that, right?" She chuckles quietly to herself, letting her eyelids fall closed.

"Wake me for the second watch. I love seeing the stars."