The first thing Azier remembered as he crawled out of the dirt he had covered himself in, was how much of it got in your mouth when you slept.
He spat out as much debris as he could, but it seemed to just coat his inner lips more and more each time his cheeks made contact with his teeth.
"Augh! Pth!" He let out with large blows of air that sent an array of earth all over the place, and even blew away small leaves that had been on the forest floor.
Once he felt like he had spat up enough from his mouth, he checked to make sure Clay had been left in the same place Azire had tucked him in before the sun rose.
Relief made the unpleasant business from the dirt melt away as he became grateful that something had gone right.
