Not wishing to join in on the effort to pressure the half dragon into turning on her hometown literally minutes after they met, Rissle gave a soft yawn, stretching her arms high up into the air and wagging her left, then right shoulder forwards, then back to make her soft, bloated tummy slosh audibly about. "I think I am going to head to bed early, it's going to be a big day tomorrow, after all! ...We cooould of course start the assault tonight, but another day of preparation won't be too bad, right?", the half-dragonborn sleepily explained, before poking Malark on the shoulder, asking wether or not he wanted to come with her.<br/><br/>If he did, Rissle would carry her stuff over onto a little hilltop above Nezasit's tent, roll out her bedroll, slip out of her armour, which she had a bit of trouble with, due to her distended gut getting in the way, before tucking in for the night, only to say, "So, think we should keep an eye on Lilissa? I mean, I trust you, but you were literally willing to be eaten by me, but all she has done is say yes. She could go warn her village during the night, and if they have time to fortify and prepare, we might need freaking trebuchets to get the job properly done! ... You take the first shift, nighty night!"~