Ke'res and Rossoth hadn't been the only ones who'd found it a little hard to sleep--not far away, Lyfrocier had done his best to work through a rather similar series of questions and conundrums, uncertainty sending his mind scrambling like marbles on glass. He was glad that Guarath had chosen him, of course; beyond a word so simple as
glad, really. Overjoyed? Blown away, amazed? There were plenty of options, but finding just the right one seemed determined to elude him for the time being.
The problem, however, was not Guarath. Not at all. She never would be, not to Lyf. But to his parents--well. That was a different story.
He wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to wander off and lie, and then have the gall to Impress on top of that; he was
supposed to be on a Journeyman assignment, but he'd fabricated even that as well. Lyfrocier dreaded the day he'd have to tell them, and the thought of it had come to the forefront of his mind not long after his earliest attempt to sleep, sinking down to the pit of his stomach like a stone. And so, he'd thrown himself out of bed, deciding it better to pace himself exhausted outside--his Green followed along after him like a shadow, her love and concern plain in her whirling eyes.
Ke'res and Rossoth are over there. Guarath's voice didn't startle him, thankfully--it
did make his head snap up, however, and he blinked a few times as he tried to focus on them properly in the darkness. Whether or not they'd been spotted was anyone's guess, but on the off-chance that he'd been just as obvious as he felt he'd been, Lyfrocier settled for a short wave in their direction.
Would you mind--Not at all. She did mind a
little, honestly, given the fact that Guarath would have much preferred to help Lyfrocier sort through this herself, but she reasoned it might not be quite so bad. Rossoth was fine, as far as she was concerned.
Rossoth...? she began, turning to face her brother and his rider.
Mine would like to know if everything's alright over there. Pausing, Guarath huffed quietly to herself, glancing back up at Lyfrocier to study his face. Although he'd once again mustered that mask of calm, she could see the faint lines of worry still present, and she couldn't have that.
And--I would ask if the both of you wouldn't be opposed to some company tonight, either. At least until Ours can sleep. 
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