Dawnlark Plains Got no time to waste, I'm already late

He was relieved again when it seemed Alarian was done applying whatever it was that he had been chewing. The comforting grooming was unexpected, especially given the way Midar had snarled at the other man in response to his trying to help. He wasn't very good accepting help, no matter how bad he might need it. But, he had helped Midar when most would have cowered away or taken advantage. So, he lifted his head slowly to look Alarian. Thank you, he offered quietly, too tired to really care about his pride. His head felt heavy, and he let it fall back down on his legs. He still very much wanted to sleep, and it was becoming harder to fight against his heavy eyelids, but he was starting to become aware of the openness of the plains and felt uncomfortable sleeping, which seemed weird since he had practically been begging for it before; yet another reason he owed his companion his gratitude.