"No...I can't...it'd be too long.." He muttered, looking away. Then back at Edge, eyelids already heavy. He squeezed Edge's hand, "You'll be a good father. C'mere." He murmured, pulling Edge closer. If he was going to fall asleep, he wanted to do so against Edge, in his warmth with his voice. For that mere moment he strayed away from the eggs, wrapping his arms tightly around his mate, chin resting along his shoulder as he finally relaxed himself. Sleepily mumbling against Edge's ear. "You'll be a great father..."

 He nudged at the feeling, a warmth outside his home. He couldn't yet understand it nor had he fully formed the functions needed to respond. Somewhere deep in his still developing mind, he registered tge dact that he missed it. He ought to pursue it, but such a goal would only come to mind after a few more weeks when he found the strength to leave his home. To find a warmth that kept flitting in outside his home. For now Sleipnir rested, waited and thought.