Feign watches Arkain drift to sleep while curled around the eggs.  He smiles a bit at the happy expression on the dimly glowing lizard's face.  Perhaps this will be good practice for him, to push his magical endurance a bit.  Quietly, he stands, looking down at his clothes, wet and slightly slimy from carrying the egg before he had dried it off.  He silently steps over tamara's trunk to the other room to change into something dry.<br/><br/>While Arkain and the nagas sleep, Feign roams about  the den.  He's cleaning, cooking, making tea, taking notes in his journal, checking his scrying of the nearby forest, pretty much anything to burn off the excess energy that the excitement of the birth has placed on him.  Though his walking almost seems bouncy, he's taking care to move about quietly as not to disturb the sleeping beings around him.<br/><br/>Just as he Just as he re-enters the main room, he hears Jaku stir a bit.  Hears him mutter to Tamara.  With a sigh, he sits on a pillow next to Jaku and puts a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.  "It'll be a long day...  I guess I should rast too."<br/><br/>with another contented sigh, he falls back, landing on some more floor pillows.  As he drifts off, he wonders what the future will bring for these new hatchlings.