Owen kept his round slime form still as he peeked through a fold in the bag above the carriage, eyes narrowing as he noticed something strange.
"…Is he… sleeping?" he whispered, looking at Axelius.
Axelius was tucked under the travel bag, eyes closed, breathing soft and steady, like someone who hadn't just committed to a secret mission.
Owen's slime body quivered in disbelief. "What the?! You're seriously asleep already?! We just got here!"
But no matter how many times he waved a tendril near his face or whispered complaints, Axelius didn't move. He let out a sigh and turned back to watch what was happening below.