It was his disturbingly cat-like instincts that woke Grimmjow up, much to his chagrin, as he reached out for Soi Fon only to find her gone. Shutting his eyes tighter to block out the sunlight, his first thought was, Heh – Bee’s still on watch. However, as parts of his brain began to wake up with him, a further notion occurred to him – that Soi Fon’s shift should have ended before dawn. So where, then, was Bee?
Ulquiorra should be on now… Maybe she didn’t wanna go wake him up. No telling what he an’ Nel’ll be up to in that tent of theirs – I wouldn’t want to go knockin’ either. Knowin’ Bee, her inner workaholic probably decided that sleep is for the weak, or some shit like that. That’ll be it.
Somehow, despite how logical all these answers sounded, Grimmjow couldn’t quite shake the feeling of unease that had settled in his stomach. As much as he wanted to dismiss it as anxiety left over from the last few very eventful days, something was nagging at him. Growling to himself, he rose and dressed, grabbing his sword and striding out of the tent. A quick look over the campsite yielded no Bee, so he sonido’d forth to where she should be on watch, leaping across the various branches to their lookout.