[He releases a slow, contented hum, leaning into her hand as she brushes his hair back.]
Much better.
[He hadn't really considered himself to be anxious, before. Agitated, by the memory sharing. Concerned, about the situation with the Ximilia and her absence a few days ago. But anxiety hadn't occurred to him. Still, there's no denying the lack of tension in his shoulders now, the way he melts into her to nuzzle her hair. His only complaint is the unfortunate lack of a bed. The temptation to doze with her in his arms is real.]
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Much better.
[He hadn't really considered himself to be anxious, before. Agitated, by the memory sharing. Concerned, about the situation with the Ximilia and her absence a few days ago. But anxiety hadn't occurred to him. Still, there's no denying the lack of tension in his shoulders now, the way he melts into her to nuzzle her hair. His only complaint is the unfortunate lack of a bed. The temptation to doze with her in his arms is real.]