Need Space

Space, space, she needs space. The carriage has room but it is still a bit crowded with there being four people. Miss Triton is well and asleep in her corner of the carriage, breathing steadily, though she has fallen alseep at an angle, intruding on Zephyr's side. On the other side Maxwell sleeps curled up in a ball, tail wrapped round one of his ankles while Drogo snores softly, legs stretched out in front of himself. As such, Zephyr can't put her legs down, or risk striking his legs and waking him. The small elf isn't certain as to what to do now.
The carriage hits a small bump and Zephyr loses her balance in her sleepiness, falling onto Drogo's legs. The blood hunter flinches, pulling his legs back sharply, reaching on instent. When his eyes focus he sees Zephyr pushing herself back up onto her seat.
"You aight?" He asks in his broken way. Zephyr nods her head, tucking herself up, clearly mildly uncomfortable. Drogo looks down at his legs, seeming to realize. He keeps his legs pulled back a bit and motions. "Legs, space?"
She lowers her legs and streches them out a little. He also stretches his a bit, working his around hers so that they can both relax them comfortably. He looks up at here again. "Good?"
"Yes, thank you." He nods and shuts his eyes, pulling his coat tight around himself. Zephyr closes her eyes and draws her hood, settling into sleep.