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[keeperofmagi]

Slip a note under her door, or come and knock.

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[wickedchase]

Of course.

[Carefully, Tobrevas sits himself down next to her. Nightmares and issues of the past catching up to you -- all things he's sadly familiar with, and he would not leave her alone like this. Not when it lingers as badly as it does.

His hand finds hers once more, giving a gentle squeeze.]

I'm here, as long as you need me to be.

[keeperofmagi]

[A dangerous promise, but she's already setting up rules for herself. Friends. He's here as her friend, and she will respect that.

It's more exhaustion, than anything else, that tilts her head until its resting on his shoulder, almost slumped sideways against him - as if she'd been holding herself stiff and poised for days and finally released the tension to simply melt in at his side.

A voice chides her in the back of her mind. Half for taking advantage of his kindness and half for believing that it kindness at all - like a rabid dog circling and snarling and waiting once more to be loosed.

But she is too tired, and it has been so long since she allowed herself to lean on anyone, that she can't help herself.]

I don't deserve it. But thank you.

[wickedchase]

I think I know what you deserve, Nerva.

[It's spoken quietly, knowing. It was an outburst from pain, and she's doing her best to reprimand herself. Enough has happened, and he's not particularly into a blame game right at the moment.

Instead, he sits, feeling her head on his shoulder, and it's warm and comforting to have. With her.

In due time, she slips off into a sleep, and he finds himself stuck.

But it's not in such a bad way at all.

After all, where else could he want to be right now?]