Marissa slumped down against the embankment of the dry creek bed with a sigh.  She looked over at her friends and noted that every one of them had dropped off into a deep sleep almost immediately.  Except one.  Saeyll had somehow managed to coax the book from Harrod's safekeeping so she could study it.  The singer looked almost frail compared to Marissa and the stockier young woman didn't know how she kept going.  With a shake of her head, Marissa pulled out the various implements needed to tend to her blade.  Her cinnamon-brown eyes looked over at the pretty singer.