Gin managed a bit of a laugh as Effy squished his face. He gave her a bit of a squeeze and carefully reached a hand up to pat her on the head. "Dragged into this? Ah, dear sweet. I was born into this." He murmurs softly to her, a faint smile hinting at the corners of his lips. It was amazing how such a small thing could make his chest feel so full, how just having his face squished by her drunken, shaky hands made him feel like everything would be alright. And hell, maybe it all would be alright, one day, far off from now. If maybe Micael, the Necromancer, and all the other frighteningly powerful monsters dropped dead. If that happened, then maybe the war with the humans would stop too. Gin could only dream, though. Powerful people don't just 'vanish'.

Gin merely continued to hold onto Effy as she tried to fight of sleep. While he could understand why she didn't like to sleep, she had horrid nightmares, but she needed it. Especially now, she needed some time to recharge. Gin himself wasn't very sleepy, but laying on the massive pillow holding Effy was having the 'I am so comfy despite impending doom' feeling. They were safe here for the time being. And before Gin knew it, he himself had slipped off into a light slumber...