Like Jonah from the whale

He was warm and he had a full belly so the sudden downward drag on his eyelids wasn't entirely unexpected. Sunder'd had quite the ordeal and it was catching up to him. He didn't know how to properly thank Iolaire. More than anything else he was so overwhelmingly grateful for what she'd done, but the more tired he became the less able he felt in doing her thanks justice. He was losing focus and with it the ability to properly articulate his thoughts. Not that their ability to communicate with each other was stellar to begin with.

Sunder's eyes had drifted to sleepy slits when Iolaire slipped into the furs with him. Instantly he was wide awake and very aware of her presence. His skin prickled where her fur brushed it as she settled down. He tried his best to settle after she laid down but he was hyper aware of how close she was. Though she had been this close before, this time he wasn't half-drowned and had the presence of mind to be aware of the finer details of the situation. Iolaire was very different than the women he was used to being around, but thick, colorful or not, her scent was unmistakably feminine. Curling up with her was, to say the least, very nice.

He took a deep breath and willed himself to relax. Somehow this worked. "Should be okay by morning." Sunder got the gist of what she was saying. It was time to sleep, yeah? Perfectly fine with him; he would offer no protests. The dog was exhausted. "Ah ya," he said tiredly. "Gu'nigh, Io..."

-exit Sunny via sleep?-