In the desert, where the midday sun blazes, soldiers are taking a break in the shade, hiding in the crevices of towering rock mountains.
"Master Carl, would you mind not taking a break?" Billford asks Carl, who is silently looking out into the distant wilderness.
"Okay. I've had enough rest already."
Contrary to his calm words, Carl only slept for about two hours right after ordering a rest in the morning when the heat started rising.
This was because Carl was in good physical shape, but also because he couldn't sleep, unsure of when Camilla would make contact.
"Why don't you rest a little more?" Carl turns around and says, "Just because I'm awake doesn't mean you have to be awake too."
"I also got enough rest."
Billford hadn't rested long either, but he wasn't exhausted enough to collapse.
Catherine, after a short nap, woke early as well, checking on the soldiers and taking care of the tired horses.
"Are you worried?"