"Yelena, wake up." Leif shook my shoulder. I peered at him through heavy eyes. He placed the lantern on the table. "You're the one who set the schedule. Come on." He pulled the blanket off me. "Most commanders don't take a turn guarding the troops. They get a good night's sleep so they can make the right decisions in the morning." I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes. "I'm not a commander and we're not a troop." "I disagree. You've been leading the way. You're the one who knowswhat you're doing." "I--" Leif put his fingers on my lips. "Don't say it. I like--no--need to believe that you know what you're doing. Makes it so much easier to follow your instructions, especially when I'm acting as bait for a fifty-foot-long snake." "Fine. I have things well in hand. I don't need much sleep because I have all the steps we need to take already planned out. Happy now?" "Yes." Leif stretched out on his bed. I picked up the lantern. "Sweet dreams." "They will be now."