[ He falls asleep, mainly due to the injured state he finds himself in and his need for rest, but it is not done entirely willingly. Of course rest is something he requires at the moment, but it is not something he draws any particular pleasure from. He finds he does not dream while he sleeps, not that that makes a particular difference either. Sleep is something purely functional and he would insist he does not require much of it.
His injuries would say otherwise, however, and he ends up in a deep sleep that, if nothing else, will help with his recovery from the dragon bite. Still, even though he doesn't dream, some form of thoughts seem to spin themselves around in his mind... thoughts of Alkaid, thoughts of Phya as she is now. Thoughts of longing and feeling a need to apologize for what he sees as his own failure to protect her.
She might notice if she is looking that his mouth seems to move even as he sleeps, forming wordless sentences of apology. Then, he shifts on the bed, a sudden bout of agitation taking hold of him, and his mouth falls open slightly, revealing a visible fang. If he had been in control of himself, he would not have let her catch sight of it, but in his sleeping state, the motion happened on its own.
Still unaware of what has happened, he continues to sleep until he feels a hand on his shoulder, and then on his face, and he hears the sound of someone speaking quietly but with direction.
He stirs on the bed once more, and again, his eyes slit open just enough to let him see her. Alkaid... except she is different now. What does she call herself now? The thought enters his still sleeping mind, trying to take root there.
He hears her say something about bandages, which he understands, but then... she says he needs to eat, and instinctively, he recoils, wincing as the sudden motion pulls at his wound.
Whether she meant it that way or not, his reaction is clear: he does not respond well to the notion of eating. Of course, he remains unaware that she caught a glimpse of his fangs as he slept, but his opinion on the matter of feeding remains the same. ]
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His injuries would say otherwise, however, and he ends up in a deep sleep that, if nothing else, will help with his recovery from the dragon bite. Still, even though he doesn't dream, some form of thoughts seem to spin themselves around in his mind... thoughts of Alkaid, thoughts of Phya as she is now. Thoughts of longing and feeling a need to apologize for what he sees as his own failure to protect her.
She might notice if she is looking that his mouth seems to move even as he sleeps, forming wordless sentences of apology. Then, he shifts on the bed, a sudden bout of agitation taking hold of him, and his mouth falls open slightly, revealing a visible fang. If he had been in control of himself, he would not have let her catch sight of it, but in his sleeping state, the motion happened on its own.
Still unaware of what has happened, he continues to sleep until he feels a hand on his shoulder, and then on his face, and he hears the sound of someone speaking quietly but with direction.
He stirs on the bed once more, and again, his eyes slit open just enough to let him see her. Alkaid... except she is different now. What does she call herself now? The thought enters his still sleeping mind, trying to take root there.
He hears her say something about bandages, which he understands, but then... she says he needs to eat, and instinctively, he recoils, wincing as the sudden motion pulls at his wound.
Whether she meant it that way or not, his reaction is clear: he does not respond well to the notion of eating. Of course, he remains unaware that she caught a glimpse of his fangs as he slept, but his opinion on the matter of feeding remains the same. ]