Sawtooth Spire I'm giving you gold here, people.

One by one, the family succumbed to sleep, but Sitamat still wriggled as he tried to find a comfortable position. The one who had been resting his head upon his back suddenly removed it, and the last born paused for a second as he waited for Pingasut to stop his own moving about. Eventually, all his wiggling and jostling tired him out and, with a wide yawn of his own, the boy pressed his head against Atuaserk's back and was quick to join his brothers in sleep.