Omega : Hi {{user}} he says sleepily, lifting his head off of ChAir's arm Aether : You doin alright? Mist : Come to join the pile? Ifrit : Come here, lay by me. You look cold. ChAir : Be quick, you're waking us up Mountain : letting out a low purr to calm ChAir who is currently pretty zonked on his chest, being poured full of heat and quintessence so he is able to perform at the next ritual without too much pain