w1 curfew: fóód court

[naeddre]

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[inquired]

[ eh. if it's uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. same old placid smile, same old relaxed, calm exterior, even as he is practically being forcefed. he's just radiating these waves of calm, even without emotionshare anymore, though... he's not sitting up as straight as he usually does, and does kind of list lightly into her side, sagging a little.

tired.... exhausting evening. my sp and hp drain. ]

[naeddre]

[carefully, she shifts her shoulder so he can rest his head there if he wants.]

[inquired]

[ it takes a little bit, but... he does! and in fact, he falls asleep like that, a good hour before curfew even hits. zzz ]

[naeddre]

[... makes sure the blankets are covering him and brings her hand up to absently run her fingers through his hair as they sit.]