Betty POV
Sleep was the best I had had for a while. Flying always helps drain me and makes sleep come quickly. The birds woke me up before the rest of the camp, except the cook, Gus. He had cleaned the fish and was already cooking them. I may have caught them last night but had not cleaned them. It was getting too late in the night to do that, and it seemed Gus did not seem to mind, he was humming away to himself to a tune that made no sense to me, he did not seem to even notice I was here, he was a bit slow in his movements and I hoped he was not unwell. He had made some jam out of some of the berries to go with the pancakes and left some in the bowl, guess for eating.
'Morning.’ I greeted him in a sing-song manner, getting a grunt from the cook. He looked like he had not slept at all,
