And here he is being carried again. He really ought to fuss about this, but he's in no hurry out of Galo's arms. Once he is set on his feet though, he lingers back to watch Galo -- pretty view, okay? one he'd very much like to get used to -- and doesn't bother with clothes before settling himself into the nest.

He probably ought to dress, but he's exhausted, sore and worn out, even if he's thoroughly thrilled about it. "Everyone needs the rest, I think. And they have what they need for food and safe rest. So we should have the morning at least before they check with us."

That said, he opens his arms to Galo, for once in his life allowing himself to be selfish enough to think of what he wants, and what he wants is Galo and those arms back around him and to spend the night cuddled close and asleep with their eggs safe and sound.