In the morning...

The next morning, Krik unties you minutes before anyone else wakes up and drags you out to the kitchen with everyone for breakfast. You're so tired, you can barely stand up.

Maive eyes you with some concern as you stumble in. "What's wrong with Dreg? Is it sick?"

"I think it's just tired," Krik shrugs. "It's still adapting to its new home."

"Maybe we should put it back to bed?" Tortik asks.

"How can it get any work done if it's in bed?" Maive asks. "Although, I'm not sure how it's going to manage to get its work done like this, either..."