Silvertip Mountain I will personally stab you in the eye with a foreign object

He settled in gradually with Tambourine close, but a little heavy, he was able to take comfort from the weight. Such a bold, real reminder that he was still here, very alive with the rise and fall of his chest and warmth they shared. In these days of struggle, he had to take whatever he could get.

He felt a little bad, and was half zoned-out when Reek spoke their way to invite them closer. His ears perked then splayed softly in the most polite decline he could make towards all of their offers. No thanks. He didn't want to disturb the snoozing Tambourine, or hassle with moving himself. His legs ached and simply put, he was not budging for a while longer.

Silas stayed tucked beneath his friend and eventually squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe.. one day, he might come around more, but so shaken and tired from everything else, he just could not muster the energy to try right now. He had to steal a few z's while he could, and did just that.