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[purrtagonist]

. . . good.

[and despite his protesting, as his hand falls from her cheek, his own eyes slip shut]

[flyingsolos]

[ Honestly, if this means he's actually going to be able to rest with this fever, Rion's all for it.

As he'd done before, she brushes her thumb over his hand, expression softening. It's fine, his eyes are closed.

She won't say anything just yet, though, waiting to see if he actually falls asleep. ]

[purrtagonist]

[CONTRARY TO WHAT HE JUST SAID, the moment he closes his eyes and really relaxes with her hand in his own. . . he drifts off soundly into sleep]

[flyingsolos]

[ ... Oh, good.

Rion's smile is a weary one, and she at least understands that she's probably not going to sleep anytime soon, but it's fine. She can watch over him like this, hand still grasping his. ]

Sweet dreams, Akira.