Heron Lake Plateau We might fall in love- or fall apart

It was hard for him to stay upright let alone focus on her voice, shrill as it might be. As Niamh protested with insults and facts, he just sort of... Slowly... Reclined... Until he was laying sideways against the grass. His pawing stopped pretty quick.

Shhhh Sorina stop — you're always yellin' — Screech was blinking slowly at first, but with each blink it became harder to keep his eyes open, until he was placidly closing them and drifting in the moment. Obviously something wasn't right since he'd started equating the loud voice with his old girlfriend (?), but soon enough he was murmuring little noises instead of words: y'know... didn't mean it... srr.. hmm..

And like that, he was asleep. Was it a dangerous sleep? Only the resident medic would know for sure.