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(ONE message, Hythlodaeus. Azem.)

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"I don't know. I gave up trying to understand how you think long ago."

As Azem. As the Warrior of Light. He had been content with being a begrudging friend, ally, and protector. He's afraid now to disturb that delicate balance.

"I..." He bites off the sentence before it can eventuate. Although dinner has gone a way to ease the pain of Azem's departure, he feels guilty for even considering the idea of lying together with Rhea'li. Like he's using the miqo'te as a source of comfort in lieu of the one he truly wants.

"If you understand that I can't give myself wholly to you at the moment," he forces out. "Not yet. 'Tis still too raw."

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"I understand," Rhea'li murmurs without judgement, for both their hearts are already dedicated to their respective friends and not each other.

And one way or another, his life will be merely a drop in the vast river of Hades' lifetime. Rhea'li's connection will never be like that of the Ancients'.

And he is alright with that.

His tail flicks once before Rhea'li burrows himself deeper into the bedroll, shifting the fabric so he carves a little nook with his body. It's very comfortable.

"Know the offer is open even after this ordeal." Clearly Azem hasn't been keeping him busy enough if the hot spring shadows were afoot. Rhea'li's smile is small but sincere. "Now, shall we retire for the night?"

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He nods stiffly, and with it Hades finally relents and shuffles underneath the covers beside Rhea'li. It IS warm and comfortable, if he does say so himself. But of course it is - he made it after all.

Having someone he trusts by his side does more for his nerves than he realises. He exhales softly, tossing a quick (and hopefully unnoticed) glance towards the miqo'te before pulling up the blanket to his chin and closing his eyes.

"Goodnight..."