Even if Elanor had fallen asleep in his arms, Aeolian could not close his eyes to rest. There were thoughts running in his head like it was a race, there were fear and nightmares just around the corner threatening to haunt his sleep if he dared to get any. So the man just laid with her in his arms, his fingers drawing patterns absently as his eyes fixed an uncertain point in the room.
The door of the bedroom opened slowly and Aeolian turned his eyes cautiously, a low growl raising and resonating in his chest as the figure stepped inside the room.
"Don't get all fussy. It's just me." Cassimir's voice made the growl go away, but not his annoyance.
"What do you want?" Hissed Aeolian. "I'm trying to rest!"
"Are you now?" Cassimir rose a skeptical brow as he crossed his arms on his chest.
