He grinned up at her, before stepping back. "So, would you like to wait until I get my sleep bag, so I can focus exclusively on your perfection rather than the rock digging into my back, or are you need me now? Not saying we can't do both."<br/><br/>He woke up the next day aching and sore, though not as much as he had feared, since he was resting on top of Xendi, his head against her chest. He rolled free, before using a couple spells to get cleaned up, and then heading to the edge of the cave as he dressed. He looked down from the rather high perch, idly contemplating why dragons might enjoy such an unnatural fondness for heights, while trying to spot the fortress. It wasn't in a terrible position, and if the walls and buildings were mostly intact, he could find a use for it. His own little kingdom, mayhap.