Raylin had spent a lot of the past month with Azrial. He was slowly getting used to being close to someone all the time. He had noticed things were beginning to go missing in various places. It amused him and he understood it was his friend's hoarding that was the reason. He enjoyed snuggling into the warmth on his side. The egg bigger and at times was very very hot. It made him whimper during those times. He often slept with his head against Azrial's chest. He felt the baby react those times his tummy was rubbed where the baby was. He mewed in protest as he was lightly awakened. Shaking his head and trying to pull away. When the encouragement to wake persisted he whimpered and opened his eyes. Blinking blurry eyes at the man. "Its not morning..." He said in a sleepy slur. Curling up against Azrial. "Whats wrong?" He asked softly.