[The familiar scent is what has Stone peering over the broken edges of the lighthouse, in his giant winged form, flicking his tongue out to catch where exactly in the unsteady stairwell leading down the other gray person is. His shadow blocks out any light, momentarily, which might well be enough to wake her up.

Of course, a spiny black monster looming over the top of the lighthouse's crumbling walls might not get the best reaction... unless she spotted him hunting sharks the day before, and knows who he is.]