Garrot registers the sound of ocean waves and his allies' murmurs and his eyes snap open. A moment later, he's on his feet, scowling and just as angry as he's been every other night.

"You've got some explaining to do, Wizard!" The words are casually shouted as he glances to the moon, the beach, the chair he awoke from. No sign of the Wizard, so... Garrot huffs and kicks over his recliner, sending the pajamas into the sand. He's used to colder climates, and she always reacts to him. Maybe it'll help?

"Don't make me hunt you down!" But then he glances around and shrugs lightly. It's creepy and weird that she's not here, and as much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't like it.