He laughs, loud enough that he has to cup a hand over his mouth. It just seems smart, out here in the wilderness, to be discreet.

Not that he's really succeeding. There's still a laugh or two that sneaks out from behind his hand before responding, "So maybe I am? You should have seen the thing that jump me in the lake! I think it's definitely in my--our--best interests for you to stay with me tonight."

Wing can play the damsel to Drift's tough guy anyday.

He nods his assent. "Maybe one of the others can take the middle watch." So you know, that cuddle time can actually happen. Because laying out here under the stars, so far from Prima's light, with Drift? Sounds sublime to this damsel.