Her slow waking doesn't disturb Esteban, his arms cradling her close while she sleeps. He's recalling a tale of an imprisoned god, watching the world from atop his tower, and stealing beauty from those surrounding him. However long she seems to have slept, it looks like the half-elf kept a steady stream of words, babbling gently in his unusually soft, quiet voice.

Once the tale is over, he grows silent, taking a deep breath and wetting his lips, as they've grown quite dry over his constant speaking. He tries his best to stretch without bothering the young girl pressed into his side, feeling a few of his bones click back into place with a soft groan. He peers at the staff from his awkward sitting, warm hand holding her shoulder steady as he asks.

"Maybe we sh'ld get her in bed?" he suggest gently. "Don't-- really wanna leave her 'lone for when she wakes up, but she can't be comf'table like this." He's feeling the effects of stone himself, desperately needing a bit of movement, but not daring to until he knows how to handle the sleeping girl against his side.