Slow crawl of day

The journey back to the Armada had been a long and painful one. Waiting while the healers looked her over had left him pacing until he was shooed away to wash up. Once he was allowed back into the den, he seated himself on the ground, and waited for her to wake. Pulling her off the mountain had left him feeling responsible for her, and she was a guest within the Armada. One he did not know. Once she awoke, he would have questions for her. Until then, all he could do was wait.

He didn’t realise he was nodding off as he did so until his head tapped the floor. He shook it with a frown, and looked about himself, seeing if anything had changed. Finding the place as he had left it, he started to relax again.


"Speech"