Xao follows the rest of the group into the shack. Wordless, and obviously exhausted, he begins trying to find someplace comfortable to sleep. His futile attempts are at first slightly comical, then slightly pathetic.
"Gah. I didn't expect to be roughing it either, Dacen. Well, if I can get to sleep here, I could use the rest."
He shifts uncomfortably.
"I've been thinking. If we come across a hostile spirit, we need a way to drive it off. I may be able to harm it with one of my spells. Any other ideas?"