His eyes were sealed with the milky film layer, and his lids were beating shut, opening slowly and then falling closed again. "You're going back to sleep?" I asked, frowning slightly, crawling up to drape myself over his snout, ignoring the dig of his horns. He sighed, hot breath tickling my toes, tongue following and flicking briefly. Not for long, he answered, but I suspected his version of long might've been different than mine. Take care of him. I blushed at the words, knowing Hywel meant the gryphon, wondering if Laszlo would be able to let me try or if I would even know how.
