[Felix manages to sleep just fine, even if his rest happens to be light variety. But nothing ever warrants him to wake up from it, and the next night is more of the same, despite Dimitri looking on with undisguised concern as he lays on the floor tucked inside his bedroll.
The last night, however, comes with some unconscious troubles in the form of his dreams, with this particular one having him toss and turn in bed it usually does. Brows furrowed, he clutches at his sheets, grip white-knuckled as his breath hitches in his throat, dwelling in an image so clear in his mind.]
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The last night, however, comes with some unconscious troubles in the form of his dreams, with this particular one having him toss and turn in bed it usually does. Brows furrowed, he clutches at his sheets, grip white-knuckled as his breath hitches in his throat, dwelling in an image so clear in his mind.]