It was nice simply being here, in the presence of someone's who's company he enjoyed. His own thoughts were far more abstract than Sarangerel's, although Bataar felt perfectly happy. The only thing was that, beyond her feeling as if she was going to pass out, Sara looked like she was going to pass out. He allowed some concern to escape onto his face, especially since she was still red. Was she running a fever or something? It didn't seem possible that someone could blush that much for that long.

He raised his eyebrows at her next question. "I wasn't planning on it, no." he responded, watching approvingly as she finally settled down upon her bed. It would be good if she slept now. The captain perched on the side of Sara's bed for a moment, bending down briefly to kiss the soul conduit's cheek before standing and walking over to the pile of cushions generally used for sitting on. He'd sleep there for the night.

As good as bliss was, in any case, it was absolutely exhausting. Bataar glanced over to make sure that Sara was still alive before shutting his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. Emotion was, after all, fairly draining in his experience. He would stay tonight, and not leave, although he would probably wake up to quite an unpleasant surprise in the morning. Odval had, after all, fully expected her student to be dead.

It wasn't that he'd saved her, but his presence had prevented Sara from going to Odval for help with her illness. Then again, maybe it was those spirits the girl always seemed to be talking about. He didn't think he'd ever quite know.