Dawn must have come and gone, signified only by the soft rumbling of his stomach as Friend of Foe slowly came to consciousness. The time of day was often hard to tell in the caverns, but his stomach always seemed to know when it was time for breakfast. As the Tabaxi's eyes opened and adjusted there was little to be seen. It was as expected, with what little light illuminated the sleeping chambers being blacked out by the webbed membrane of Vadra's wing, which kept him closely tucked in next to her as they slumbered.
Slowly so as to not wake his companion, Friend wiggled himself out from beneath her wing before taking the time for several long stretches. This gave time to verify that he was successful in his attempt to let Vadra sleep a while longer, catching no sounds of her moving behind him. Content with his attempts, one foot after another began to take him through hall after hall, turn after turn.