Falowik had been tempted to share Uien's watch with her, but knew it would be foolish, for his own would come soon enough; he half expected Falco to start his watch early out of mistrust for "that wanderer". He was not sure whether he would kick Falco back to his bed or spite him by letting him take the remainder of his watch as well as his own. [i]We'll see which way the shirrif's words lead,[i] he murmured to himself.
It was getting chilly for summer. Dawn was not far off - just a couple of hours. Falowik slapped his thighs and his arms (quietly) to stay warm and awake.
He was glad to have Gorby and Anson with; they lightened his mood with their amiable chatter. He hoped they would survive this journey, and feared that they would not. He had heard that hobbits were made of tougher stuff than they appeared to be, and hoped that it would prove out this time.
Finally he heard Falco's mumbling, which the air carried to him ahead of the hobbit's quiet foot steps. Falowik felt his shoulders tense and his jaw tighten in anticipation of another round of trustless words.
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