The tents were up and everyone seemed settled. Wanderers from random levels occasionally found their way into the gardens to keep away from the dangers just outside. But Cibo hadn't planned to stay near the others in those open spaces through the extent of their occupation. She wouldn't be very far if they happened to need her, as she is more than capable of doctoring or befriending those in need.

But Dhomochevsky, Cibo's coelacanth, lived in the streams nearby. And while he didn't need any sort of external care at any other point of his normal day; He was particularly prone to any negative external forces upon him. i.e. being gutted and consumed by invasive rude-ass pirates.

So for the entirety of the night, Cibo would be in that general area to keep patrol. Her mind at ease as she didn't need to worry about resting. (She slept only a night or two ago at that point.) But in some way she also seemed a little distant while she watched Dhomochevsky swim calmly through the cold water. As if his back and forth motions made her think of somewhere not aboard the Tranquility— The only other place she had ever known.