You could be my silver spring

Reaper watched as Mae would consume the herbs. A thankful smile graced his white maws and a suddenly wave of fatigue would crash over him. He let out a yawn, maws parting to expose whitened teeth. It seems the adrenaline from the fight was finally wearing off. He gave Mae a gently nudge before laying his head down to support her own. "It seems I'm more tired from that fight than I thought." He told her. "Maybe a rest wouldn't hurt." His eye lids fluttered slightly, he was watching Mae carefully. She had taken herbs for her concussion, so surely she would be ok to rest now? He was no medical expert. "With your healing experience, do you think it'll be ok for you to rest noe that you've taken herbs?" He asked cautiously. He would force himself awake if he had to for her sake.