While Jerrar was sleeping peacefully, Kiriei was playing the lookout. She was very attentive, looking whenever she heard a sound or saw a motion, and she didn't let her attention waver from this task whatsoever. If anything bad was about to happen, she was determined to see it before hand and stop it before it got bad. For now, the coast was clear, but experience told her that could change at any minute.<br/><br/>Over time, the sun crept lower on the horizon until they were coming on nightfall. It was at this point that the sleep magic she'd used on Jerrar started to wear off... as well as the magic she'd used on the drake. She heard it lumbering back up the tunnels, but sent it back to bed moments later. On Jerrar's end, she actually shook him lightly in hopes of waking him up faster. Kiriei was eager to get out of there, and she hoped to the spirits that he could still fly... or even move. That was quite the hit he'd taken, and he'd doubtlessly be sore-- if not worse.