"Sure, sounds good to me, chief. Pleasant dreams," Lana agrees, watching over the room as Aethelus naps.
*He awakens after a nice long rest, though the airship-palace is still on its way to the capital city of Spiras. Lana is reclining on the bed with her tiny back against him, watching for any sudden movements. As she feels him waking up, she turns towards him:*
"Nothing to report, chief."