Verneti tumbles into the room, exhausted, and passes out.
She doesn't wake for a good, long while, not even when Islinger tries to wake her.
A One on One
Calalunguntë Looked up, lifting his wing for the other to push her under “let her rest, it's warmer under here.”
Islinger sighs and nudges Verneti underneath the proferred wing.
"Very well. Keep her warm."
Calalunguntë Nodded and curled around the two. He sighed softly as the sun set in the distance