<We'll wake with ill feeling sometimes. Perhaps an image in mind. It isn't any sort of narrative though. Is that what insomnia is for you? Dream problems?>

There's the sound of running water, and they reach a riverbed that cuts deeply into the ground. In the low light it's impossible to tell if this is fordable right now, but it looks like a distance he could jump, even with a burden. Alloran swings a stalk eye over to look at Saturday.

<I could probably take you across with my tail, if I wrap it around you.> The idea of carrying someone above child size in his arms doesn't so much as cross his mind, and any kind of riding jump sounds kind of painful to him.