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Autsu mimed Kian's gesture, then turned back to Sussare's bed, measuring out the approximate amount of cloth they needed. Of course, he was left holding two feet of a much longer piece of bedding, unsure of how to get just the length he needed. It had not occurred to him, the need to cut.

"Have you got a knife?" He asked Kian, hopefully.

They could make the trek back to his room, or take the whole of the cloth, but he hoped that it might not be necessary.

"Your guardian is occasionally short sighted." Autsu's response was mild, his attention more focused on the task at hand than on his allies restrictions. Still, he didn't approve. It was something he would rectify, soon. "You could offer much protection, should there be a need. He does not seem a fighter."

A nod of approval as Kian made use of his nails, though the winged one did not quite smile. "I see you do not go so unarmed as might be thought, ally. Well done."

He did his best not to gaze at his friends fingers as he spoke, tried not to study the compliment of black skin against black again.

"Yes, we should be gone."

Well, he'd said something wrong, there. Autsu's ever serious expression gained a slightly displeased edge, though it was a difficult change to read, all things considered. Thoughtful, he followed his friend out into the hallway, and back into their room. Just as they pushed open the door, the sound of a chair being pushed back could be heard, and the blue eyed teen was quickly glad for the speed of their mission.

Closing the door silently behind them, Autsu took a seat on the edge of his bed, and looked to Kian, trying, in part, to judge the other boy's mood.

"Well done, Ally. We have the materials we need now, yes?" The subject of weapons, or the lack of them, could be discussed later.

They had all night.

It was, Autsu had quickly discovered, not easy work. It required a sense of aim that was not imparted by guns, which more directly hit where you wished them to hit. This took more thought, and it was late in the night before he felt he was getting the idea of it. Late in the night, and he was worn from the work. It could not be said that he was unhappy to hear that Kian was tired. He too, had reached exhaustion.

At least, the work had kept his mind off other things. He felt calm, if not entirely at peace.

"I too find myself tiring. You challenge me, Anne. This is not a weapon I have ever known." He rolled his shoulder vainly attempting to release some of the the tension that had built up there.

"Come, let us sleep. You, ally, take the bed. It is comfortable enough." He stepped over to the bed then, taking one of the pillows and setting it on the floor beside his bed. "I fear I am not pleasant, at night."

"I thrash as well. I also--" He hesitated, now wishing that perhaps they had arranged for Kian to go home when evening came. It was too late for that. "scream. Sometimes. Perhaps not tonight."

He cried as often as he screamed but he would spare himself the shame of admitting that. His tears, at least, were often silent. Kian was not likely to see.

"I will be comfortable on the floor. It is soft enough. And it will keep us from bruising each other further." He was calm, even business like as he discussed the sleeping arrangements. He was not going to even allow for the possibility of them sharing a bed.

And when the question of night clothing came up, well, he managed to at least sound as calm as he had before. "I have a some sleeping clothing you may use, should you wish. Though they are cut with my wings in mind."

The size difference, he was not concerned about. He wore them loose, with a draw string. They should fit, even if they were a bit long.

"If it does not stop, you might try awakening me. But I usually wake myself." This was true. He did not know if it was the dreams content or the noise he made, but something usually jolted him awake on those nights he found himself screaming. The nights of tears, those were different. He could cry all night, and dream on. Wake at morning to swollen eyes, a headache and too many memories. This would not be such a night. He would not allow it.

Moving to his closet, he took out two sets of PJs, one grayish blue and the other dark amber. The amber, he pushed into Kian's hands. They were a soft material, satin. His father's pick. He would have chosen cotton which served well enough.

"I will go prepare for bed, and change." There were after all, teeth to be brushed, and other such niceties. "It will be only a moment."

He headed for the door then, the same one they had snuck through hours before.

Autsu reentered his room to see Kian curled within the PJs he'd left them, peering up from the floor.

Well, that was unexpected. Most things were, tonight. Too tired to react, worn mentally and physically, he just nodded, and gestured to the bed. "Let us sleep Comrade. I will guard from the floor, in case of monsters. You guard from above, in case of dreams."

It was an inane little statement, actually a twisted version of something said to children back at home, though with little of the original ring to it. Studying his own words, he paused, and hissed something in his own language.

"A wish for safe sleep." He explained.

It was not, exactly.

It was a promise of safety, from a soldier to his superior. It was close enough.