Pride settled in, snorting at the yawn plague remark. It did not take long, though, for Azizos to curl down, to drift off; and that left Pride awake.

He was content, here, near family, near his familar; but as he lay there, keeping watch, he had a sudden realization: Orion, no matter how long he dwelt here, would never feel like home. It was a visit, it was work--and where was home-?

...A strange realization; and before he could wonder too deeply what it meant, he was himself drifting off to sleep.