Sawtooth Spire ding, ding, we have a winner

His mouth opened and closed mechanically as she bathed him. Her scent was one he would not—could not—forget for the rest of his life. She was life. The urge to sneeze was gone, though he had lost his exploring arena for the time being. But it was no matter. Even the fussiest of puppies had to get drowsy eventually, and Malrok had been pushing the upper limits of his energy in one go. Soothed, however temporarily, the boy began to breathe more slowly, consciousness drifting away from him as he fell asleep. After some time, he began to twitch in his sleep, dreaming of exploring the world around him in the only capacity that he had experienced.