Luckily for Lucanis' pride, the effects had truly worn off. Davrin was left to wonder just what Spite had offered, but knew better than to ask. Probably something about flying.

He pressed a kiss into his hair once Lucanis had fully settled, content as a nauseated elf could be. Half an hour. He had no doubt Spite would be tracking the sun to wake him up on the dot.

((Good ending spot, unless you want to close it out with Spite's wake up call?))