"Yeah. Wake us up if you have to, but let us sleep if we don't! We're in so much trouble when we can't get shuteye for too long." Scout's feeling it, the urge to yawn. She fights, even though she's a little curious. Among a lot of different species yawning is contagious, a sort of signal that spreads from person to person. She's pretty sure her dæmon would also do it. Would Papyrus? Would he feel the urge but conceal it until he wasn't right in front of someone?

Scout's dæmon responds, becoming a beaked reptile-bird of some sort, just a few feet tall. He still has brass claws. "It amuses her."

Scout herself shrugs. She's always cautious talking about their fae patron. "I feel like if you asked the Ringmaster she might give a long answer, but yeah, she probably thinks it's fun. This one's pretty novel, I guess."