The night progresses without interruption from vicious humanoids, kobold nor otherwise. However, your sleep is troubled as each of you have nightmares of blackened tendrils constricting around your forms as you sleep. When you would become half-awake you slapped at yourself only to discover that the tendrils were imagined... or perhaps only detected in the mental between state twixt dream and reality.
Those on watch notice that a gurgling noise is heard every so often from the pond that John cleared the way towards, but nothing ever comes forth from it. Still, the sounds are foreboding and a great cause of unease.
OOC: I am judging that the party rests long enough to use divine magic in order to completely heal each character, with some extra rest that results in the restoration of all spells. Go ahead and take a ration off your character sheet. Let's press on with actions after the morning meal while we wait for character sheets to be finished.