The mumbling raises them to worry for a lean instant before they realize--he must be tired. This is how Myla's sounded for a while. And setting that aside, Lemm is far, far from the only sleeping bug they've kept watch for.

The couch isn't far, and neither are the blankets hanging off the sides. They nearly stand. But they don't need to do that anymore, even though they're small.

With much shifting of fabric, they reach over with their Wings to half-lift a long, greenish blanket up. Does he want this?