"I thought you were asleep." So much for that. Still, Wash accepts the invitation and takes a seat around the other side of the lion, resting his back against the stone and just breathing for a minute. The rain is nice. It's not the real thing, but it's close enough that he can close his eyes and forget for a minute or two.

(Being able to forget anything is a blessing nowadays. He'll take it.)

It's a bit before he speaks up. "When that blanket soaks through, I'm taking you out of here to dry off and get some actual sleep."