Chrrou nods as Geno speaks; he doesn't have anything more to say before the dragon's rest, and he only pauses long enough to snatch his winter blanket from where he left it on the ground before scurrying into the Cellar after Geno's entrance. "Thank you again, sir Geno," he pipes up quietly so as not to disturb the peace within the building. "I pray you rest well." Shaking the flakes of snow out of his blanket, he folds it neatly, places it back in his haversack, and takes a seat. Now he simply waits for the morning as he mentally rehearses what to say.