[He's thankful, for once, that she's not arguing with him. Mostly because it's taking every ounce of his draining strength to even stand, let alone carry her. He has no idea of the wild trains of thought crashing about in Zelda's mind and assumes her complicit silence is her merely accepting the offensive inevitability of this situation with regal grace and poise.]
[He truly hopes she can forgive him for pushing this upon her.]
[Carefully, he lays her in bed as far against the opposite edge as he can. He even offers her a reassuring smile as sweat borne of exertion pours down his face. Gloom really does seem to sap your vitality. Darin wonders if anyone else could survive what he has.]
[Then, with a nod and the last of his fleeting strength, he turns and sits on the edge of the bed beside her. He lifts his legs up onto the bed and rolls onto his side with a pained wince so that his scarred back is facing her.]
[He cranes his head over his shoulder to address her at last, his voice bashful and awkward.]
Please try and get some sleep. If you hate me in the morning, I'll find some way to make it up to you...
G'night.
[And with that, he turns back away so all she sees is his scarred back and fluffy, blue hair resting on the very edge of her pillow.]
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[He truly hopes she can forgive him for pushing this upon her.]
[Carefully, he lays her in bed as far against the opposite edge as he can. He even offers her a reassuring smile as sweat borne of exertion pours down his face. Gloom really does seem to sap your vitality. Darin wonders if anyone else could survive what he has.]
[Then, with a nod and the last of his fleeting strength, he turns and sits on the edge of the bed beside her. He lifts his legs up onto the bed and rolls onto his side with a pained wince so that his scarred back is facing her.]
[He cranes his head over his shoulder to address her at last, his voice bashful and awkward.]
Please try and get some sleep. If you hate me in the morning, I'll find some way to make it up to you...
G'night.
[And with that, he turns back away so all she sees is his scarred back and fluffy, blue hair resting on the very edge of her pillow.]