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[ Abel will kindly pretend he doesn't sense that bundled churn of emotions as Rand gracefully accepts The Tuckening, letting the blankets be drawn around him like he were a small child instead of a grown boy. Rand is still a child, and sometimes... despite one's age, we all yearn for this. to be told it's going to be alright; to be reminded you aren't alone. to feel a kind, steady hand, secure and protective, ensuring that things are going to be okay. ]

Close your eyes.

[ soft; quiet. Abel has practice with this entire procession and it comes easy to him. ]

Everything'll be just a little bit easier next time you wake, so... just rest for now.

[ 'I'm with you.' ]