Gerae sits up, displacing Fluffy, who flutters up into the air and circles the room once, twice, before alighting on Gerae's shoulder. "That would be lovely, yes," he says agreeably. "I know we're supposed to be all about asceticism as a way to hone the mind, but between you and me, I don't mind a little in the way of comforts. And besides, well...it's not like I'm on duty anymore."

He looks around when the Wasp thrums. "What was that?"

[The Wasp is intermittently responding to the sedated mothlings, per this thread.]