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Alas, it was over. The orc was dead, gone, kapish. But it did not lose its life in complete waste. Lesley and all his group mates were exhausted, worn out, and both mentally and physically damaged. A short individual check up was done and once it was established that they were all still able to survive the grueling trek uphill, they gathered and trudged the mountain side in the velvet darkness of night. Several times he felt like he was on the verge of collapsing and never getting up for an eternity; the thought made him drool. But every time he did, he would look at Hakuren or Jasper who must be a hundred times more battered than he was. 'I mustn't be so selfish. Look at them! They're still going. Its ok Lesley, you can do this. We just have to find the others.' Straightening up his hunched posture, he walked at a faster pace than before and with renewed confidence; promise of sleep awaited him. Even when he tripped over jagged rock, or when the wind chill got so cold his skin began to sting, they had to keep going. 'Lord, hopefully they've got lotion. My skin is turning into scales.' He frowned while he studied the surface of his arms, the layers of epidermis were starting to look white and flaky. 

Hours passed on and each second added more labor, contributing to the sickening exhaustion they were already striving through. Eventually, when Lesley was an the brink of snapping his last strand of hope, the site of their other half blurred into view. 'I must be seeing an illusion, like one of those oasis things people see after wandering a desert for so long.' Narrowing his eyes into a strained squint, he came to realize that it was really them! 

Now he definitely picked up the pace. Miraculously managing to fast-walk towards them, he flailed his arms tiredly the entire span until the gap was closed. "My darlings, my darlings! We thought you guys were... well you know, BUT omg, I'm so glad you're all fine. I was worried sick.." he swiped at the corners of his eyes for emphasis, yet he was mostly worried about Inadi who gave him a half-lifeless nodded and he didn't bother feeling hurt knowing he must be worn out too. Too bad he didn't have enough energy to even flirt with the man, because his tired state put him into a vulnerable position for sure. He totally understood that both groups must've gone through a lot today and that they were sharing the same feeling of energy drainage. The guides and the bad-ash couple acknowledged the fact as well and didn't look swell themselves as the lot of them wearily forced their spent bodies to persevere until finally, there it was, 'home'. 

Lesley was just about ready to rid of his last bit of energy to make the run into that cave, but the dragoons insisted on checking it first. Of course safety precautions should always be held over comfort, he understood that in these circumstances, but if it weren't for their situation then he would have stumbled in and dropped dead in there even if it was a dragon's den. Everybody took their spot within the enclosure once it was marked harmless and Lesley picked a mostly sandy area with little rock; mostly grainy sediment. It was much more comfortable than a solid slab and though it wasn't needed to aid in Lesley's search for sleep, it would contribute to a much more desirable physical feeling upon waking up since the surface wasn't as stiff as other spaces. Falling down into a crippled heap, his lights were out before he even made contact with the floor. The voices and story telling of the others never even made it into his ear canal. Pink haired beauty was KO-ed.

Not exactly sure on when the sensation came, but Lesley had never felt more comfortable a pillow than the one he was sleeping on right now. In his one-fourth subconscious state, he was able to feel a rumbling, then some scampering, followed by whispering, and an outburst of laughing. But he didn't care about any of the abovementioned, all he cared about was that an extremely tranquilizing softness had caressed his head and it was the nicest thing possible. Lesley smiled in drunken contentedness before he slipped back into complete unconsciousness again. Thus, he was having the deepest sleep he'd ever experienced in entire life.