Chall sits quietly, tensing only slightly when the large man stands. He feels a faint flicker at the thought of a comfortable bed after his less than restful night on the hard ground in a flock of sheep. [i]'The warmth will do me some good. I just hope I don't tear open the wound again on my way back there'[/i] Rolling his good shoulder the mage's attention is caught once again by the teapot. To the side his tail twitches appreciatively as he reaches out for the cup his host had set out for him earlier before grabbing the tea off the hook.[i]'This smells wonderful. I only get the really harsh strong stuff at the castle, this is much lighter and delicately fragrant. Despite the inevitable bitter taste, I find myself really craving this'[/i] Chuckling to himself he keeps an eye on the large man as he moves about the small home.

[i]'He's rather calm. I like that. Now, if only his mutts would stop having the urge to eat me, we'll be good'[/i] His brows furrow slightly, ears flipping here and there before settling on the large female. [i]'I wonder what keeps crawling up their craws anyways. It's not like I'm being threatening. Cheesh, they keep getting all uppity when I'm lost in thought. Not all that dangerous when I'm thinking, now am I?'[/i] He continues grumbling to himself as he pours himself a cup of the willow bark tea and takes the first sip. The sharp feeling on his tongue last only a moment before soothing out into a rather dry feeling, but it's enough to interrupt his line of thought. He hums lightly, willing the tea to work quickly so he can sleep. 

The dog is just barely in reach, but now that she's alone Chall feels a little calmer about the large beast's presence, so with care he reaches out a clawed foot and scratches her back gently. He large head turns to look at him and he stills. A moment of silent understanding seems to pass between them and after a few seconds she rolls slightly on to her side so he can scratch her ribs. Her fur feels smooth but coarse beneath his toes, definitely the fur of an outdoor dog. The feeling relaxes him, almost reminding him if his brother's unkempt mane of fur. “You're a fickle little thing, aren't you girl?” Her head turns at his voice but flops back down as he flexes his toes and hits a particularly good spot. Rolling his eyes he takes another sip of tea, a faint groan escaping his lips as the warmth from the fire finally reaches the point where he has to move away.

The dog lets out a noise as he retracts his foot and slides down to the floor in front of the hearth. After a moment she stands and wanders of to the head of the house. Rolling his eyes again his gaze shifts down into the murky depths of his cup and he can feel his mind slipping. [i]'The old woman's, Marge I think he called her, spell is still dragging at me. I hope it clears up soon. If any villagers come by with less than friendly, or at least civil, intentions I need to have complete control here'[/i] He remains silent for several minutes, his mind drifting from random thought to nonspecific musing until at lats he realizes he really needs to get some real sleep. His eyes come into focus and he realizes that the fire is a little dimmer than it was before. With a sigh he downs the rest of the tea, and he smiles as he can feel that the pain in his shoulder is slightly less.

Murmuring a “Thank you.” to his host Chall climbs carefully to his feet and stalks carefully to the open door in the little alcove. Spotting a very humble bed a relived smile finds it's way to his lips. He utters another thank you, unsure if the man is close enough to hear him, but at this point he really doesn't care. His steps are a little uneven, but he manages to make it on tot he bed without falling over. [i]'Ah, sweet sleep, may you find me well in the morning'[/i] Pushing the covers aside he curls up, a faint cry coming from him as the position stretches his shoulder. He lets out a little whimper, shifting until the pain fades, and without bothering to cover up he is overcome by the combination of the leftover magic and his own complete exhaustion.