"Galen." Her voice was low, insistent, the coaxing tone one might use toward a young child with whom one had exhausted all patience. "Come to bed. Please, it's nearly sunup and you haven't slept a wink. Since Thursday. You can't keep this up." Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed and tucking the blanket close about her shoulders, Lyra tilted her head, attempting to catch a glance of his haggard features. "The problems will still be here tomorrow for you to puzzle over..." {youwillneverwin}
my muse is clearly sleep-deprived and refusing to rest.how does your muse talk mine into finally sleeping?
It’s an obsession; he knows it is. Galen thinks of the kyber crystals - the small ones the Jedi use in their lightsabers more than the large ones found unused in their temples - and the amount of energy put off just by those, regardless of their size. Now, he hasn’t been given permission to study the actual crystals themselves, since the Jedi held them as something sacred, so instead he and a team of others were working on manufacturing synthetic ones, which proved much harder than he had hoped.It felt as though there were something sitting just on the edge of his mind, kind of like feeling as though something were on the edge of his tongue and he’d forgotten it, although that was rarely an issue.Galen hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t been sleeping.He leans back in his wooden chair before scooting away from his desk entirely, turning back to his wife with a smile. “Might this be a call to sleep on it? I have found that does not help as often as it is said it will.” Not that he has any concrete data on which to base that assumption.
