[76 looked like he was in his early thirties again, who was the judge about yellow eyes—]

You're either still asleep, or dreams work pretty damn weird here. [He was not sleeping again as far as he could help it. Not if this was the result. Privacy only a small part of his issue.

Did watch the tapirs for a moment before huffing a sigh, arms resting in a fold just under his chest.]

Warped nightmare version of a farm somewhere in Indiana. [Very mild nightmare at least. Doubted the baby tapirs would be having a good time otherwise.]

You doing alright?