Flint had been snoring while he was asleep, but quiet enough. When he wakes, it is with a start.
”What, what?... oh, wait. The caves,” he mutters as he gets his bearings.
The dwarf glances over at Vin, checking to see if the elf is alright, before looking over the rest of his allies. When Corsa looks back, Flint grins guiltily and winks.
Getting up, the dwarf quickly moves his arms, legs and head, loosening his muscles. He grabs his possessions, gearing up as he walks over to Lal. Holding up the minotaur’s greataxe, Flint’s question is obvious.
”Do we have time?”