The sound of blankets rustling came from inside the wagon and a bleary eyed Rhian crept into the chill of the morning, her blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"Good morning sweety." Said Minerva.
"Morning momma." Rhian yawned, and pecked Minerva's cheek. "Breakfast?"
"I was waiting for Frankie to come back. It's sweet that you had him on watch last night, but you shouldn't leave him running like that. You'll exhaust yourself."
"Gramma said it was good for my stamina."
"Oh, ho! Did she now? Well, me and Gramma are going to have to have words when we get back home."