Laying there on the cold stone, listening to her laughter really was making him tired. This time, his jaws parted in a real yawn. The atmosphere was just so quiet and serene, such a welcome change from the terrifying run-ins with heathens. He really had it up to here with all of them. Idly, Kiche wondered why Pangur had not done anything about them, killed them with a plague, something. At the very least, they deserved some sort of punishment. His eye lids, weighted with fatigue, began to flicker shut as a comatose smile softly creased his face.

Without warning though, Aisling jumped away, skittering back and forth on the rocks in some sort of jamboree. She asked for him to sing again, but the only response he could manage was a lazy groan. "Mnnnn." But what Aisling wanted, Aisling got. He didn't want to make her sad, did he? With some effort, he began the song at the beginning again, his voice hushed, "Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun, over by the gate lordy here she comes. "

we should probably end this soon xD

Even as sleep threatened to overtake him, Aisling's voice floated into his ears. Most of it was muddled by laziness and exhaustion, and rattled around in his brain as utter nonsense. With one eye half open, he could vaguely make out her shape in front of him, but it was fuzzy. "Mnnn, sleepy? Whuuaaaaa?" Yawns were coming more often, now, making it very difficult for him to finish anything he started. "I'm not beaver!" he mumbled indignantly. Of course, Kiche meant to say sleep, but the signals in his brain were getting all messed up. "You're beaver!" A slow, accusatory paw flailed in her direction, before Kiche's head flopped immediately to the ground.