The gryphon's eyes snapped open, as at last wakefulness punched through his alcohol-induced stupor. He felt warmth on his head, and against his side; for a moment he had the terrible thought that he was in captivity, but lifting his head showed that it was merely Mary and her pet using him as a bed. He couldn't help the warmth he felt in his chest, and despite his better judgement questioning why exactly he was sleeping in a hallway, he only laid his head back down and slightly curled his long body around Mary, enveloping her in protective warmth to keep her safe from the noisy battle outside.<br/><br/>...Wait, noisy battle?<br/><br/>He lifted his head, and this time stood on all four legs; he rose slowly so as not to disturb the child, and considered moving her before realizing the barracks were, at the moment, possibly the safest place. He lept forward down the hall to start into a sprint, but landed on his wounded talon, and a sharp bolt of agony up his foot slowed him to a limping walk before it subsided enough to let him run.<br/><br/>Emerging from the door to a scene of victory, Swiftbeak was quick to realize he had missed the majority of the battle- And his chance to lend aid to the Hellguard. His ears flattened and his tail drug along the ground as he walked to match ranks with the remaining 'guard, penitently searching out Sir Morr.