Blaze sat back down. Avellai didn't just look weary; he could even smell fatigue seeping from her body. They'd shared their secrets, and so, to Blaze, they were bound together by them. He flexed his wings, putting the fire out with a powerful gust of air. He held his wings up, an offer to cover the runaway princess.
"Get some sleep," he said quietly. The world became highlighted by different colors: the walls and cave floor were orange, while he and Avellai were highlighted with electric green. The night vision was composed of two things: auras and hormonal scents. Quite effective.