Winding down

[beliefovermisery]

It had been... a very long day. He'd rescued, killed, comforted, been shot, fixed, nearly passed out, healed... and though the day has long been over, really, he's only just now leaving the infirmary and Paige's side.

There's one other person he hasn't given nearly enough attention to.

So it's back to his room he wanders, looking for the girl with-- well, shorter hair now.

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[flyingsister.livejournal.com]

She didn't stop crying, just sort of plopped down onto her little bedroll, still crying.

"I'm-I'm t-tired," she stuttered out.

[notanoptimist.livejournal.com]

He let her go when she plopped but knelt beside her soon enough. If she isn't adverse to the touch, he'll start petting her hair gently, looking down at her.

He promised he wouldn't leave and-- he didn't. She left, he went after her. And now they're back together, but... maybe he should have gone sooner, gotten her out of there more quickly. But then they might have lost the rest or...

"...Sleep," he says quietly, looking down on her, eyes dark and soul heavy. "Go to sleep, nukka."

[flyingsister.livejournal.com]

She squeezed herself down under her bundle of blankets, sniffled a few times and dropped right off to sleep shortly after.