[ All of this talk about skin care and shoes is fine, great; the conversation puts him far closer to falling asleep than silence does, anymore, just like it's easier for him to sleep in the mornings when he can eat the birds and people moving around than in the dead of night. He laughs, but he's drooping a little, until Beleth peers over his hand and he says, ] Aaaahhh, [ a very calm approximation of alarm. He's fine. ] I can't see in the dark as well as you. It's just your eyes, floating there. You look like deepstalkers.
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