[It's his cold he worries about the most. Their closeness is very comforting, with how often he feels freezing and can't quite fix it, but what does that mean for Ryan? Blankets or not, he watches him as he shifts to get comfortable and is careful to avoid as much skin contact as possible. Cloth, always cloth, even at his neck, pulling his robes closer...]
You flatter me even now. I won't, I promise.
[A hand smooths down Ryan's hair, encouraging him to drift to sleep.] Rest until tomorrow. We'll have more time to talk then.
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You flatter me even now. I won't, I promise.
[A hand smooths down Ryan's hair, encouraging him to drift to sleep.] Rest until tomorrow. We'll have more time to talk then.