Cullen yawns and stretches, leaning over to grab a piece of firewood from the pile he'd collected out of boredom. He throws it into the fire and watches it crackle. He's not sure how much time has passed but he's sure that it didn't amount to the amount of time he thought he'd spent sitting there.

Probably less.

Like an hour or so.

Solona however stirs in her sleep, waking up to a completely unfamiliar place. A tent? When did she get inside a tent?