Two Eyes Cenote Come on, my Combat Chameleon

The chamber, save for the single invading shaft of light, remained cool and dim, illuminated by the gentle, ever-present glow of the palace's bioluminescent fungi.

It was the uncomfortable, sweltering warmth from this rogue ray that prompted the man to sit up with squinting eyes and a dramatic yawn after enduring several minutes of its unwelcome attention on the back of his neck.

After adjusting himself to block the annoying beam, Machi regarded the woman quietly for a moment, an unreadable expression settling onto his face. When he noticed her stirring awake, he leaned down with a playful grin, affectionately nuzzling the jackdaw's cheek. Good morning; did you sleep well? he purred softly, as if disrupting the tranquil stillness of the early hours was a crime.