Noise stirred me from my comfortable sleep, curled around Xarithe in my belly, and tightly wrapped inside Eiyre's. Slowly, I began to work myself upwards... and then, as she shifted and jolted us, as though in danger or concern, I began to push upwards in earnest, readying myself to release Xarithe at the slightest sign he wished to be, or to expel him forcefully if I... needed the space.