Marshall lets out a sigh. He smiles at Angie, a genuine, innocent smile - for once.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"Thank you, Angie. That is a relief."</span><br/>He then takes a deep breath, spreading his arms as if conceding something.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"You should probably sleep the effects of that poison off. You look like you could need a little extra rest, yeah?"</span><br/>He turns, walking towards a more forested part of the habitat.<br/><span style="color: #40BF00">"I'll find a tree to sleep in. You rest. If my inkling is correct, it's my turn tomorrow - and I'll need you rested if you are to take care of me should it turn sour."</span><br/>He then finds a suitable tree and climbs up, nesting himself on a branch some ten feet above the ground. unconciously using his elbow blades to support himself and not fall off, he dozes away, preparing for whatever tomorrow may bring.