[ Truthfully, he wishes for little more than to allow sleep to claim him once more while resting in her embrace. But at the same time, he fears that, because who can say what might happen upon his awakening? It is just as likely that he will not be himself once again as it is that he might retain the progress he has made.
But even her small gestures of contact are enough to cause comfort to sweep over him. The little nudges she gives him and the kiss she places against his head is more than enough to ease him and bring relaxation once more.
Even the bruises do not seem to trouble him as much as they once had, perhaps because the bath has helped ease that tension as well. As always, when she moves to cradle his head, his eyes close almost as if this is an action the two of them have done many times before. The feel of her hands on him is gentle and comforting, and once again, the desire to drift off to sleep rises.
What he wishes that they could do is to fall asleep together, but what reason he still has a hold of tells him that doing so will only bring about the primal's rage. But even as their foreheads rest together, he reaches again with his hand, and this time, his fingers lightly close themselves around her braid, holding the strands of hair as carefully as he can manage.
As for what she might be able to do that will not cause him further hurt, he has no answer for that. To sleep alongside one another, of course, but what else? She cannot end his enthrallment, and that is the obstacle that still stands between them.
Perhaps the only thing he truly wishes for is that she remains with him, and that no one attempt to separate them from each other again. But perhaps wishing for that is selfish, and the devotion to duty that is so ingrained in him chastises him for even thinking that she might put aside her own duties to remain with him.
His shoulders sag, not because he is in pain, but because now the push and pull is between himself and his desires, and it is no easier to fight with himself than it was to wrestle with the primal. Finally, he just relinquishes the idea of trying to answer her and his head dips to one side, resting against her hand as he lets his need for sleep wash over him. ]
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But even her small gestures of contact are enough to cause comfort to sweep over him. The little nudges she gives him and the kiss she places against his head is more than enough to ease him and bring relaxation once more.
Even the bruises do not seem to trouble him as much as they once had, perhaps because the bath has helped ease that tension as well. As always, when she moves to cradle his head, his eyes close almost as if this is an action the two of them have done many times before. The feel of her hands on him is gentle and comforting, and once again, the desire to drift off to sleep rises.
What he wishes that they could do is to fall asleep together, but what reason he still has a hold of tells him that doing so will only bring about the primal's rage. But even as their foreheads rest together, he reaches again with his hand, and this time, his fingers lightly close themselves around her braid, holding the strands of hair as carefully as he can manage.
As for what she might be able to do that will not cause him further hurt, he has no answer for that. To sleep alongside one another, of course, but what else? She cannot end his enthrallment, and that is the obstacle that still stands between them.
Perhaps the only thing he truly wishes for is that she remains with him, and that no one attempt to separate them from each other again. But perhaps wishing for that is selfish, and the devotion to duty that is so ingrained in him chastises him for even thinking that she might put aside her own duties to remain with him.
His shoulders sag, not because he is in pain, but because now the push and pull is between himself and his desires, and it is no easier to fight with himself than it was to wrestle with the primal. Finally, he just relinquishes the idea of trying to answer her and his head dips to one side, resting against her hand as he lets his need for sleep wash over him. ]