Rest. That sounded fine. He smiled a little, still worried, but tried his best to dismiss that and instead, curl down into a still, quiet ball of feathers and fur for Reverend to sleep against.
It didn't occur to him that it was becoming clearer that the influence of Magnolet, he might not make the best of parents. Saying 'no' was virtually beyond him. Reverend would be spoiled, beyond a doubt, with Oliver going well out of his way to do whatever the child wished. Whether Reverend came with his own sense of discipline would make the difference, really, as to whether Oliver raised a kind child who imitated his own kind respectfulness, or a growing violet tyrant. He'd lay out careful boundaries and warnings for the kid's own safety, sure, but when it came to saying no-?
Oliver was literally incapable.
For now, though, that didn't seem to matter. Playing games, hunting, resting--these were perfectly normal activities for a child, certainly nothing to say no to at all, anyway. So Oliver just curled up, nudging Reverend affectionately. "Sure," he agreed, mild and gentle as ever. "You sleep, okay? I'll sleep too," he assured him, "but first I'll keep an eye out, for awhile. You'll be safe," he added.
He sort of wished that they were back at the den. No doubt Venari would have kept them both safe, and he could have drifted right to sleep too, but... truth be told he wasn't all that tired, yet. The thrill of Reverend's hatching would keep him awake, buzzing with amazement, for awhile yet.
"If I'm asleep when you wake up, wake me up too, okay?" he requested. He never wanted to leave Reverend alone, or lost. He wasn't gonna be that kind of parent, at least.