It's kind of like cactus juice all over again -- except not really as funny. Toph raises a skeptical eyebrow, listening for the sound of wings just on the weird offchance, but as suspected, nothing. She sighs a breath out her nose, settling in against the mattress.

"Yeah. They do that. Just . . . try to get some sleep or something, okay?"

Apparently she means to stay where she is. Huddling up, shoulders shrugged and arms crossed, she closes her eyes.