Fareeha chews on that question for a few moments, as she moves over to the fire and positions herself so she can watch the entrance and keep an eye on him while she works. There's just the two of them, and while there were hazards (like dropping temperatures and finicky rain) it hadn't seemed like they ran much risk of anyone trying to ambush their camp. They could afford a little longer reprieve if they wanted.

"Six hours. You need the rest." He's the one that was out in the rain; she's not giving herself any points for worrying. She figures six hour shift for her and a four hour shift for him and they should be good to go.

She starts to strip the wood as he'd been warmly, perhaps a mite slower for a something of am endurance run. Part of her already missed the contact.