The wombear grumpily allowed himself to be laid on the doll with little protest. Though, strangely, the doll was comfortable, and if his back and neck weren't killing him so much, Knit would probably fall asleep. Yet, if he fell asleep, who knew what would happen? A rock could fall on him while the gyrraptor was out or the magma could overflow and kill them all! There were just too many what if's in the world for him to snuggle down and sleep it off. So there he laid, eyes wide open, trying not to move.
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