his expression softens, and there is a tug of something gentler than the lot that has been passing through their bond, now. it's awash with reassurance, a fondness, as Abel takes the bag with Ernesto's honeycake, takes the little paper to discard, and sets it all aside.
and then he starts nudging Rand delicately at the shoulder, goading him to lay down. ]
I promised I'd keep watch, make sure you got some half-decent rest - and I'm a man of my word! So...
[ is Rand getting tucked in like he's five?
he is absolutely getting tucked in like he's five. ]
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...this boy, is...
his expression softens, and there is a tug of something gentler than the lot that has been passing through their bond, now. it's awash with reassurance, a fondness, as Abel takes the bag with Ernesto's honeycake, takes the little paper to discard, and sets it all aside.
and then he starts nudging Rand delicately at the shoulder, goading him to lay down. ]
I promised I'd keep watch, make sure you got some half-decent rest - and I'm a man of my word! So...
[ is Rand getting tucked in like he's five?
he is absolutely getting tucked in like he's five. ]
I'm afraid you're stuck with me.
[ ...he isn't going anywhere. it's okay. ]