she has her neck open.

The bird defensively covers up Luca with its wings. A low growl can be hardly heard.

I nod in understanding

she shifts in her sleep.

"But one of the problems is that it the time it takes for us to return always varies. Like Raglan said, it took me a century last time," Latan says. "And we really aren't aware of what's happening or where we are while we're gone."

Sibnele steps into the bushes, which makes some loud rustling. "Now, what's in here," he says to nobody in particular.

she hugged the bird close.

I made a low dragon like whine.

The bird pulls you back a little as Sibnele checks bushes quite close.

Latan puts his hands up. "It's. . .really nothing to worry about. We can force ourselves to come back quickly in dire situations." He winces again. "Okay, can I take this off now? It's not doing me much good."

Well, then it won't hurt you to keep it on, replies Raglan.

I sigh and plop down into a seated postion.