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[nonvenomous]

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[nonvenomous]

It’s fine.

[ Is it fine? He dismisses concern with a shake of his head, eyes forced back into focus after a slow blink. ]

I’ve slept through worse.

[ Remember that time Loxley ran off to track down a pack of giant hyenas alone because Dick wanted to go back to bed? He leans back to lie down, borrowed (stolen) blankets pulled up from the foot of the cot to layer snug over the nest he’s made. Rustle rustle. On the subject though, he stills, briefly thoughtful before he rolls over to face the other way: ]

Have you had any unusual dreams since we’ve been here?

[ Asking for a friend, from a horizontal position. ]

[charmoffensive]

[ Loxley has polished off most of his drink by the time Richard speaks to him again, half poised to stand up and start putting things way. Perhaps an early night would suit him, once he finishes off the rest of this ale he brought up for two people to get drunk on.

He pauses at the question. ]

No, [ after some brief internal debate about what constitutes an unusual dream. ] Why?

[ He adds more ale to his cup. ]

What've you dreamed?

[nonvenomous]

Nothing out of the ordinary, [ says Richard, who’s watched Loxley’s internal debate without intensity. Appropriate for casual interest -- no searching suspicion here. ] Just curious.

[ He rolls over. ]

Goodnight, Loxley.

[charmoffensive]

[ Silence fills the room.

And then, the subtle clink and scrape of cups and a bottle of ale being tidied away, and floorboards creaking under otherwise quiet feet.

Pity for his state and thankfulness for his advice is what buys Richard the moment as opposed to a very ineptly made lie. The room darkens as a candle or two are snuffed out, and the cleric is left to sleep his own ailments off as the rogue does the same. ]