I made a nest for you. You can sleep in that, if you want.
Lack of Sleep Starters! || for @gynvaell
Atreion's first instinct was to be indignant: they were not a damned baby bird to be coddled and nestled among sticks and down. Eldain did such things often, the likes of which he did not for the rest of the group. Kind things, affectionate things. At first they'd thought it pity - they were young after all, and newly exiled from their own clan. But the lingering touches and secret smiles spoke of something else that Atreion dared not name quite yet, the sort of thing that made the others smirk and whisper behind their hands. Pride (and perhaps a little fear) dictated they refuse, but they had walked a day and a night without rest to find this camp, and Eldain had put in such an effort...
Creators, they never could refuse him, could they? Eldain was so many things: ruthless, fierce, protective, even generous, but he wasn't nice. No-one could ever call him nice. And yet, here he was, trying to be for Atreion's sake. No. Their pride was a distant second behind that.
"If you say so..." They edge towards the bundle of blankets and furs, offering their leader a tiny smile. "But wake me for my watch rotation, would you please? I won't skip it just because I'm weary."
