[ Or so they say. Not him, in other words. Stuffed ones don't count. For the best, anyhow. What would he do with a unicorn? Most things that find him wind up dead, either by his hand or someone else's.
He tucks one arm behind his head, not quite ready to sleep as she is, but content to lay here while he listens to her breathing even out. The party continues outside; he knows people will slowly drift away, too, as the night wears on.
No one needs him urgently in Cadens tonight, though, so. He'll be here until she wakes. ]
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[ Or so they say. Not him, in other words. Stuffed ones don't count. For the best, anyhow. What would he do with a unicorn? Most things that find him wind up dead, either by his hand or someone else's.
He tucks one arm behind his head, not quite ready to sleep as she is, but content to lay here while he listens to her breathing even out. The party continues outside; he knows people will slowly drift away, too, as the night wears on.
No one needs him urgently in Cadens tonight, though, so. He'll be here until she wakes. ]