[ Vaguely, she knows. She can sense the fatigue in him, a bone-deep exhaustion that won't abate. More than that, she knows he must be, empathizes with it. He's been through so much that it would be impossible not to feel so weary, so beaten down.
She pulls away just enough to plant her lips against his forehead, a solid press of her lips to ensure he can feel her. To remind him she's still present, still watching over him, regardless of whether he decides he needs her or doesn't. In the meantime, she can help him find the strength she has seen inside him for herself. Standing, she latches onto his arms and tries to encourage him to get to his feet so she can carry him back to the bed. ]
Let's go to bed.
[ Fat chance she's going anywhere. She's going to cuddle the fuck out of him. ]
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[ Vaguely, she knows. She can sense the fatigue in him, a bone-deep exhaustion that won't abate. More than that, she knows he must be, empathizes with it. He's been through so much that it would be impossible not to feel so weary, so beaten down.
She pulls away just enough to plant her lips against his forehead, a solid press of her lips to ensure he can feel her. To remind him she's still present, still watching over him, regardless of whether he decides he needs her or doesn't. In the meantime, she can help him find the strength she has seen inside him for herself. Standing, she latches onto his arms and tries to encourage him to get to his feet so she can carry him back to the bed. ]
Let's go to bed.
[ Fat chance she's going anywhere. She's going to cuddle the fuck out of him. ]