After talking with Sharra for most of the night, Aksaja more or less collapsed back into sleep for a few hours . . . but still, his dreams were far less than pleasant. And as he sat up with a soft groan and rubbed at his forehead a bit, the lightning dragon suspected that it would be this way for a while. Dammit . . . stupid island. Thinking about last night, though, reminded him that Yaya had texted the nergal boil somewhere in there to check on them both.

Which further reminded him that he'd meant to see how she was doing too. Hauling his a** out of bed, Aksaja got out of his stained and rumpled clothing, finally, before heading over toward the Demon dorms. Once there, he padded inside, and over to Yaya's room.

And only then, did he think that . . . s**t, maybe she wasn't even here. He should have texted first or something. Still, he was here now. With a soft sigh, he raised a hand to knock on the door. "Yaya? Are you here?"