[The hardness in her expression eases just a bit, making way for more sleepiness and some hesitation of her own, and Benedikta finds herself leaning instinctively towards him, seeking without saying.]
... Are you telling me to stay, Cidolfus?
[She still needs him to be direct with her. That he won't yell at her again for simply trying to take care of him in whatever way she knows how. Which, in fairness, isn't much, but she tried.]
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... Are you telling me to stay, Cidolfus?
[She still needs him to be direct with her. That he won't yell at her again for simply trying to take care of him in whatever way she knows how. Which, in fairness, isn't much, but she tried.]