[ Lapis, she cannot know how her smile heartens him; how much the words you're always welcome to stay mean. For many years, Sion Astal hasn't had a place where he belongs: when he'd been released from the military into the hands of the Company, he had paid visit to Leith; to what used to be his family's manor, his home, and he had found nothing but the house's bones, the siblings that he'd known gone and walking on paths different than his own. And now, though he has personal quarters at the Company outpost, that place is isolated and cold, nothing at all like the warmth to be found in close proximity and the curl of Lapis' fingers about his own.
Even if he is uncertain, still, if he is deserving of this thing called peace, it has been granted to him all the same, and so he drifts farther, his breath falling even and slow, though--...
He does not forget to bow his head in gratitude and look to his friend with bleary eyes, his voice quieted, now, by his slow descent into sleep: ]
What about you...? [ Perhaps stubbornly, he refuses to allow for rest to take him until he is certain that Lapis will find her own; that she will not think to look after him instead. (Really, she is too good a host!)] Will you be able to sleep?
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Even if he is uncertain, still, if he is deserving of this thing called peace, it has been granted to him all the same, and so he drifts farther, his breath falling even and slow, though--...
He does not forget to bow his head in gratitude and look to his friend with bleary eyes, his voice quieted, now, by his slow descent into sleep: ]
What about you...? [ Perhaps stubbornly, he refuses to allow for rest to take him until he is certain that Lapis will find her own; that she will not think to look after him instead. (Really, she is too good a host!)] Will you be able to sleep?