Aquila the Last Eagle in An Act of Worship

Dawn on a tranquil Nox Islia. The sun colours a deep blue sky with magnificent flows of white, yellow, and green.
"Coffee?" asks Annie.
"You're up early," says Aquila, accepting the coffee, still seated at her still smoldering campfire.
"Always been a morning person."
Aquila drinks heartily, illuminated from behind by the rising sun.
"So what do you... do here, all night?" asks Annie. "If you don't mind me asking."
"Guard the island," Aquila answers cheerily, "So that all who sleep on her may do so easily."