[Stephen cannot help but groan. He is tired, and his eyes feel strained; even when he was a newcomer at Kamar-Taj, ravenous for new knowledge, for learning, he was afforded more rest than now. The nightmares have not done any of them any favors in the focus, well-rested department. The shadowed entity that lurks in these halls has deprived them of the ability to conduct this research with bright eyes and unending vigor.
Slumping back in his chair, his cranes his neck backward and closes his eyes.]
Be my guest. [The clink of the cup of tea placed on his desk makes him reopen one eye, though, peering at it. Appreciated, but he makes no effort to reach for it just yet.] At this point, any pair of eyes plastered to these books is better than mine.
[Which feel as though they're about to fall out of his head.]
no subject
Slumping back in his chair, his cranes his neck backward and closes his eyes.]
Be my guest. [The clink of the cup of tea placed on his desk makes him reopen one eye, though, peering at it. Appreciated, but he makes no effort to reach for it just yet.] At this point, any pair of eyes plastered to these books is better than mine.
[Which feel as though they're about to fall out of his head.]