"No worries Swiftbeak. My comfort is something I gave up long ago." Al taps his metal chest so that it rings in agreement "And besides, you may very well be trying to dissuade me so that you might go about some evil without my knowing. So please, if you are thirsty, feel free to wake me." With that, Al leans against a tree, serenely surveying the gryphon. He can hear a disturbance in the distance. Something about 'camels'.