Thavrin glanced around them, wondering if this was a trick to get him killed, or worse. How often did kids want to snuggle up to total strangers? Still, another part of him felt bad for the little guy, covered in sopping wet fur and apparently all by his lonesome. Maybe he could take a nap on the rock next to him–it did look pretty warm. Besides, what was the worst that would happen, really? Thavrin would die, and wind up naked and scared in some abandoned building, or maybe in the middle of a street somewhere. It wouldn’t be the first time either of those things would have happened to him, would it?
“Alright, alright. Don’t get your hackles up.” With a sigh, Thavrin sat down next to him and kicked off his boots. The rock did feel pretty warm, and now that he thought of it, he was a little tired after all of the trouble he’d been in. He lay down on his side, and tried to make himself comfortable.
“G’night, kid. I don’t got much in my coinpurse, so whatever–just don’t wake me up when you rob me.”
He didn’t know what the flat-face said, but they were laying down on the rock and that was good enough for him. It wasn’t long before the hatchling realized that they felt…warm. Like he did. Not like everyone at home did. He fidgeted long enough to snuggle closer to feel more of that warmth that made him sleepy, a brush of the odd face-feathers on his ears reminding him of his first inquiry he had asked of the stranger. He looked up at the flat-face to check if they were asleep, then reached up to touch.
No, they were too wiry. They were neat, though. Curiosity sated, Marsh curled up a little more, resting his head down on his arm. He was tired from the cold water and swimming. His tail tip tapped on the rock until he drifted off to sleep.