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As soon as Camilla got back to the campsite, she'd considered whether or not to simply fall asleep. Pan had told her as soon as she came back into camp to go to their treehouse to rest considering that she looked overly tired. Camilla wanted to argue saying that she wanted to stay awake and help - considering that sleep didn't feel like it was an option at the moment, yet even so, Peter had told her that he didn't want her to fall ill because of sleep deprivation. Peter had told her that she was part of a bigger plan and that he didn't want her to fall ill while getting there.
And of course, that managed to convince Camilla to rest knowing that she was at least needed here more than anything else. However that was one of the things which somewhat made her stop and think, she wanted to know the full plan like with Henry and whatever else, but she knew that she would have to trust that the reason why Peter was keeping it such a secret from her was for the best. She had to trust Peter that for whatever reasoning behind keeping the plan hidden from her was so that others wouldn't find out.
As soon as Camilla worked her way to the treehouse, she instantly collapsed on the bed and fell asleep, her eyes too heavy for her to handle at the moment. Even if she didn't want to sleep. Over the past few days, she'd felt like her skin was crawling, that someone was watching her though as if they were beside her, and there were moments where she believed that she was seeing things. She tried to ignore all of it and push it to the back of her mind, yet over the past hour or two it felt as if it had gotten worse.
So, sleep ended up taking over her entire self, ignoring everything that seemed to bundle onto her. She just wanted to catch up on the amount of sleep which she'd lost from the stone curse and not having to worry about what ever the hell she was worrying her. She didn't need the worry when sleep was tempting yet haunting, for sleep can be a hopeful cure or pause to her problems and feelings, even if it was for a short while.
Within the camp, Peter had briefly stopped with sharpening sticks and looked up at the treehouse. A part of him was worried about his girl, he'd noticed the way that she'd occasionally look into nothing as if something caught her attention or he'd notice the way that she'd shiver despite the weather being warm. He'd noticed the little things which seemed almost different about Camilla over the past few days, and a part of him was worried about what was going on with her. He knew that Camilla would be different from the Jade that he knew, but when he first saw her on this island he knew that there was some of the Jade he knew still inside her.
It was just that at the moment, there seemed to be less and less of Jade and more of the worried and timid girl he'd seen when the curse over Storybrooke was still in tack. He remembered seeing her that day, the thought of it being a hallucination had been what he brought it down to, but with what seemed to be going on with Camilla at the moment, it seemed as if that version of the woman he loved seemed to come through as if it was nothing. As if Jade Stiltskin never existed. Though, what seemed worse was that it felt like Jade was still fighting to be seen against what was going on with Camilla. And he hated it.
