As Joseph slips from the room, no doubt to get something to help him, Alexi's head sinks down between his hands and he lets out a little whine. He has not often had to suffer such pains, most of his pains coming from a scratch or a blow, so as the throbbing continues he carefully slips out of his top, dropping it to the floor to be retrieved later, and he carefully pulls himself up towards the head of his bed. A small chuckle escapes his lips as the rebel leader's words reach his ears. [i]'Yes, I understand the danger to myself perfectly, my dear Erik, however my confidence has not waned. Despite what loss I have taken in from you, I have as of yet to suffer any of my own, and I will not give up my faith'[/i] 

Managing to get up to the pillows by the time Joseph gets back, the human sits up and obediently takes what is offered, handing back the small cup to his old mentor. He sits their silently for several minutes, just thinking to himself, and wondering upon certain things and flitting through various fantasies to try and set his mind at ease, if even a little bit. However he becomes too tired rather quickly and shifts the sheets around to try and get comfortable.

 Alexi lay back into the pillows, his eyelids already drooping from the painkiller and sleeping pill mixed in with the blood loss. “You are no criminal, Erik. You are a knight. A knight fighting for his people, with naught in his heart but the righteous fury that makes you one of the finest men I've ever known, if not the finest. . .” As his voice trails off he adds lightly as a correction. “Forgive me, finest vampire. . .Or male I should say, to cast the net wider, heh. . . .” And with that, he slips away into the darkness. Moments after drifting off his hands slide up from their place on the still soiled coverlet to rest on either side of his head, making him look quite vulnerable and childlike.

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Mois, use to his brother's inexplicable actions, taps his now empty plate gently, his own eyelids drooping as the lack of anything to do mixed with his difficult day, both coiling together to create weight upon those little flaps of flesh. [i]'Come now Alexi, you have to eat sometime. . .'[/i] He lets out a sift yawn and lay his head upon the table, sliding the plate to the side so he can rest directly on the tablecloth. Crossing his arms beneath his head, he begins snoozing.