Snippet #1981314

Rowan silently watched the others. She sat slightly off to the side, her body tensed up. Her grey eyes flicked from the others, to the outside. Her blonde curls fell in her face. She seemed very on-edge. In general, Rowan didn't like sleeping. She was very expressive as she slept, making everything from twitches and murmurs to quiet cries of fear. Nobody knew her past, but it was pretty safe to guess that it wasn't a happy one.
"I'll stay up, too." She offered Jet softly when he announced he was going to stay up. It was easy to tell she was not going to negotiate by the look she had in her eyes. Usually she wasn't this edgy, but something seemed to be bothering her. Her lips pursed, she brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. This was often how she sat- she felt more protected this way. She watched each of the others carefully. Trent was asleep with his gun, Sorin had Yina asleep in his lap, and Jane was crawling over to Jet. It looked like she and Trent where the only ones being distant.
Sleep was not an option for her tonight. All day her memories had been washing over her, making her distant and cold. She did her best to block out her past, and loathed even the tiniest of memories. She wanted to completely let go of her past. Rowan rested her head on her knees and hugged them closer to her. She wasn't sure why she was so alert tonight; maybe it was because of her father's eyes searing her mind, or because she wanted to keep her group safe from the dangers that lingered outside. But something didn't seem right about her.