"A trip to the med bay will not be necessary," Sion sighs the words out, forcing a laugh.
What a strange thing, it had been, which seized him: tension, accompanied by the too-pervasive notion that the world had somehow drifted off its axis; that the sight before his eyes (Ryner, thoroughly vexed and resisting each and every one of Sion's gentle attempts at coaxing him into banter and into play) could not possibly be true. But... it is Ryner's arm which is around him now, holding him steady and perhaps a touch too protectively. It is Ryner who has always served as his counterweight, pulling him back, and Sion finds that his resolve to remain upright has dissolved away—soon, his head rests atop the couch-cushions once again, his thoughts turning to that which Ryner would attest to even now:
(Just because you went willingly doesn't mean you should have experienced the things they did to you.)
"I am always all right with you beside me, Ryner." Had Ryner already forgotten the reason why he'd been so cross with Sion to begin with? Now that they've been reunited, there is precious little which might bring harm to the Director, especially now that he's within the clutches of a great, sleepy dragon who would surely incinerate anyone who happened upon him in his response with a single, great breath of flame. "Go to sleep, then. I'll still be here when you wake."
And in a bid to provide reassurance, he curls in closer to his friend, murmuring with a (sleepy) amused loft of brow:
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What a strange thing, it had been, which seized him: tension, accompanied by the too-pervasive notion that the world had somehow drifted off its axis; that the sight before his eyes (Ryner, thoroughly vexed and resisting each and every one of Sion's gentle attempts at coaxing him into banter and into play) could not possibly be true. But... it is Ryner's arm which is around him now, holding him steady and perhaps a touch too protectively. It is Ryner who has always served as his counterweight, pulling him back, and Sion finds that his resolve to remain upright has dissolved away—soon, his head rests atop the couch-cushions once again, his thoughts turning to that which Ryner would attest to even now:
(Just because you went willingly doesn't mean you should have experienced the things they did to you.)
"I am always all right with you beside me, Ryner." Had Ryner already forgotten the reason why he'd been so cross with Sion to begin with? Now that they've been reunited, there is precious little which might bring harm to the Director, especially now that he's within the clutches of a great, sleepy dragon who would surely incinerate anyone who happened upon him in his response with a single, great breath of flame. "Go to sleep, then. I'll still be here when you wake."
And in a bid to provide reassurance, he curls in closer to his friend, murmuring with a (sleepy) amused loft of brow:
"This way... if I move to leave, you'll know."