Slipping out of the lair, ice blue gaze lifted to the skies as momma settled upon the ledge to take her turn at guard duty. Nodding to Tiamatus, she dipped her head, then sent him inside to warm up. She could tolerate greater cold than the silver and she did not wish for him to catch a chill. The silver bowed and slipped inside the lair, though would not move much further than from within the entrance tunnel.