Layal shook their mane and slowed to a walk. Finally, a place to rest. The gentle trickle of running water tinkled into a pool in a corner of the cavern, its glistening surface inviting.

They reached back and unbuckled their mimic. Puddle dropped to the ground, hopping immediately towards the water. For some reason, the sentient chest had an affinity for any moisture it could access- hence its name.

"Figures." Layal shook their head with a smile, watching the mimic with affection akin to that of a parent with their child.

This would be as good a place as any to refill their waterskins and have a nap. They'd scoped out the area fairly well; the cavern was open enough to make an escape if need be. With a grateful sigh, Layal collapsed as gracefully as they could manage into a bed of soft ferns. Ah, a snack and bedding, all in one. Perfect.