Nick stayed up all evening and kept watch. giving the other a chance to sleep as he was used to pushing himself for days. though he'd probably rest the next night. come the day he woke the other, or well the food he cooked for their breakfast, a sort of oatmeal with some of the dried fruit he'd had in his pack, cooked in a small metal bowel near the stove would be scenting the air. there where two bowels near the fire. one for him one for the other. "I made breakfast." he murmured softly. and then lapsed back into silence again. considering what they could or could not, heck, should not do once they reached the top of the mountain. he wasn't sure.