Lolo but nodded sleepily as Joz climbed into bed. He turned the chair to face the door and made himself comfortable. Gods, he was tired, and felt as though he hadn't slept for days. Not well, at least. He still had so many questions; there were inconsistencies that needed reconciling and responsible parties to identify. And to deal with.
No, he thought as sleep overtook him, mustn't think like that. Mustn't be like that. He pulled the little aquamarine tome from his pocket and clutched it in his lap, its familiar contours comforting or anchoring him through the nightmares that began to plague him as soon as he slipped into unconsciousness.
No, he thought as sleep overtook him, mustn't think like that. Mustn't be like that. He pulled the little aquamarine tome from his pocket and clutched it in his lap, its familiar contours comforting or anchoring him through the nightmares that began to plague him as soon as he slipped into unconsciousness.
