Skan feels that motion, muted though it is, and turns his head to glance back— yes, there he was, blinking back at him like a hatchling in the down, and only slowly coming to awareness. The gryphon heaves a sigh, deep and content, and his side moves Viktor along with it.

"Good morning," He mutters, as if hoping that a low register will be enough to keep from piercing the peace, "Seems we both drifted off without meaning to, last night."

Not the first time, of course. It won't be the last.