“No no, I shouldn’t make my guests make my meals. I shall prepare breakfast for you all. It would seem some need your help anyways.” Sure enough Pylia was trying to wake up Shortfang but he wasn’t budging. The healer tries to lightly slap his face but all he did was roll over and continue sleeping, making Pylia exasperated. “Shortfang, if you don’t get up I will toss you into a puddle. I know you can hear me!”