Hushed Willows where the world is in the making

She hadn't been sleeping much herself. She had tried everything already - finding a quiet spot, finding a noisy spot, rolling in lavender to calm her nerves... The one thing she hadn't tried yet was drugs, though she wasn't very keen on using them herself when there was nothing to celebrate. It took the edge off, for sure, but she couldn't imagine facing the Saints while high if they decided to attack under the cover of night. She wouldn't allow it to happen.

The sleeplessness led her to wander a lot - eventually she tired herself out so much she'd fall asleep anywhere. Besides, she could get ahead on border work like this. She was about to go to the borders across the stream, which was when she spotted a figure. She didn't recognize him, though he smelled of Eleuthera and the woods. Was this her boyfriend or something? A long lost sibling coming to visit?

Good night, sir. She greeted softly, feeling it was a sin to disturb the forest at this hour.