[That gentle nod was all he needed. Appreciation for their willingness to try wraps itself around the last of his will to stay awake, a ribbon that ties itself into a cute little bow and drags his waning energy into a comforting abyss. It is going to be sooooo nice to not think about anything for the next several hours.]
...G'night, Sif.
[His grip loosens, his arm becoming less of a hold and more of a weight against their body. Soft snoring follows, a sign that he is well and truly out.
(...)
For Isabeau, time passes without further recognition. His brain is too tired to dream, too knocked out to be roused, even by the usual suspects- friends shifting out of their beds, birdsong, sunlight. It’s a good thing that the clock tower didn’t actually collapse overnight or anything. Such a disaster likely would have claimed all four of them.
Fortunately, the night’s only disaster seems to be that he slept way past mid-morning. Siffrin is still conked out, practically right where he left them last night. And a quick peek around the room tells him that… Bonnie is still asleep, too. Odile appears to have risen at some point, because her bed is empty and the room lacks her presence entirely. She must have stepped out. Isabeau lets his head drop back down on the pillow with a quiet huff of leftover fatigue, immediately wincing at how stiff his neck feels. Been awhile since he’s slept this hard. It’s gonna take ages to stretch all that back out...
A problem for future-Isabeau to contend with. Present-Isabeau still has a bundle of warmth wrapped up in his arms, and that bright form would likely be content to lay there through the afternoon, if Siffrin’s previous sleeping habits are anything to go by. Isabeau seriously debates letting him. Their group is due to get back on the road today, sure, but he bets Mirabelle isn’t all that eager to rush out of Dormont. And if they’re not going to leave until this afternoon anyway, why not let their resident time traveler get a little more R n’ R? After a truly ridiculous amount of Craft overuse, they probably need all the rest they can get.
Content with that line of thought, Isabeau nestles back down, realizing just a moment later that if he wants to let them sleep a little longer... he might have to resign himself to not moving either. Because. Siffrin is still laying on his arm, and moving them so he can reclaim it might wake them up? That would be terrible... They probably need this extra sleep so badly... Woe...
His smile is entirely too fond as he resettles his arm around their back, absentmindedly toying with the lightless ends of their hair as he watches them sleep.]
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...G'night, Sif.
[His grip loosens, his arm becoming less of a hold and more of a weight against their body. Soft snoring follows, a sign that he is well and truly out.
(...)
For Isabeau, time passes without further recognition. His brain is too tired to dream, too knocked out to be roused, even by the usual suspects- friends shifting out of their beds, birdsong, sunlight. It’s a good thing that the clock tower didn’t actually collapse overnight or anything. Such a disaster likely would have claimed all four of them.
Fortunately, the night’s only disaster seems to be that he slept way past mid-morning. Siffrin is still conked out, practically right where he left them last night. And a quick peek around the room tells him that… Bonnie is still asleep, too. Odile appears to have risen at some point, because her bed is empty and the room lacks her presence entirely. She must have stepped out. Isabeau lets his head drop back down on the pillow with a quiet huff of leftover fatigue, immediately wincing at how stiff his neck feels. Been awhile since he’s slept this hard. It’s gonna take ages to stretch all that back out...
A problem for future-Isabeau to contend with. Present-Isabeau still has a bundle of warmth wrapped up in his arms, and that bright form would likely be content to lay there through the afternoon, if Siffrin’s previous sleeping habits are anything to go by. Isabeau seriously debates letting him. Their group is due to get back on the road today, sure, but he bets Mirabelle isn’t all that eager to rush out of Dormont. And if they’re not going to leave until this afternoon anyway, why not let their resident time traveler get a little more R n’ R? After a truly ridiculous amount of Craft overuse, they probably need all the rest they can get.
Content with that line of thought, Isabeau nestles back down, realizing just a moment later that if he wants to let them sleep a little longer... he might have to resign himself to not moving either. Because. Siffrin is still laying on his arm, and moving them so he can reclaim it might wake them up? That would be terrible... They probably need this extra sleep so badly... Woe...
His smile is entirely too fond as he resettles his arm around their back, absentmindedly toying with the lightless ends of their hair as he watches them sleep.]