Isla's eyes blinked open to find that it was still dark out.
She glanced over at the blanket-covered form of Derulo, whose breathing was still slow and steady. Still asleep then. She lifted her head to peer over her hip at Kelly, who laid on his back with his hands folded neatly on his chest. His broad chest also rose and fell at a steady rate. The horses were also calm and dozing in a close huddle.
What had woken her up?
As she sat up to ponder this, the reason quickly became known to her.
Her full bladder balked at being folded into a sitting position and she gasped at the sensation.
Well, that explained her sudden awakeness, although she would much rather be sleeping. Where was she supposed to go to the bathroom, she wondered. Not in the woods certainly. Princesses did not relieve themselves in the woods.