Stone Circle No Stable Dreams, Only Night Mares

He rises slowly to a sitting position, stretching out his forelimbs a little more and wincing as the action stretches the scabs on his still-healing back. He frowns at Korei's words, concerned, but he can't quite make out the tail end of what she says. Hmmm? He inquires sleepily, drawing a paw across his bleary eye and yawning. What do you need? His tone is kind, obliging; he may be deadass tired, but he'll haul himself off the ground for Korei.