If Reyson was impressed by Tibarn's display, he certainly didn't show it. He met Tibarn's gaze with clear eyes, despite the exhaustion.

"You sound more like Naesala than the Hawk King," he said simply. "Get some rest, Tibarn."

It was obvious that he needed it. Reyson himself took up a spot in the corner, folding his wings up over himself and fluffing up his feathers to trap as much warmth as possible. He could sleep standing up.