[It's a difficult moment for both of them, though it's less caused by trauma and more simple inexperience for Estinien. He's been in close quarters with fellow soldiers before, no doubt, but that was largely impersonal. This has his thoughts racing mostly because he understands that it does mean something, and he doesn't particularly want to make either of them feel like a fool on account of his uncertainty.
He wants her to feel accepted, after all, and he wants to receive the comfort she is offering in kind. Unfortunately, these kinds of interactions can be complicated even with people far more comfortable in their own skin.
That said, despite being unfamiliar with Hayame's body type, he can appreciate the sensation of it once he's there. It's certainly nicer than leaning against a tree or fence. It's enough to rest his head, and he is well practiced at sleeping where he can.
His hair drapes across her flank as he settles. He can hear her heart beating.]
I am. [And for reasons he's not sure he's articulate enough to try to describe.] ...I will see you when I wake, Hayame.
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He wants her to feel accepted, after all, and he wants to receive the comfort she is offering in kind. Unfortunately, these kinds of interactions can be complicated even with people far more comfortable in their own skin.
That said, despite being unfamiliar with Hayame's body type, he can appreciate the sensation of it once he's there. It's certainly nicer than leaning against a tree or fence. It's enough to rest his head, and he is well practiced at sleeping where he can.
His hair drapes across her flank as he settles. He can hear her heart beating.]
I am. [And for reasons he's not sure he's articulate enough to try to describe.] ...I will see you when I wake, Hayame.