[i]"Ma'tanza is [/i]almost[i] looking forward to tomorrow? Tzirret does not want to be in this place for another second."[/i] Resigned to the situation, Tzirret carefully lowered himself down onto the wooden floor and found himself laying draped over Ma'tanza's lower body. The chains that kept them together weighed down on his shoulder. It felt awkward and not the most comfortable position, but not only was Ma'tanza correct about them having no choice, but it would be more comfortable than just the floor. If he really wanted to stretch out, he would be on Ma'tanza's upper body, or if Ma'tanza laid onto her side and allowed Tzirret to sleep on the floor in front of her, but Tzirret did not want to inconvenience her any more than necessary. In fact, he wanted to make sure. [i]"Is this okay?"[/i] Tzirret asked, referring to the position he had taken.

Rhazii's sobbing paused and he looked up to his mother's face with big eyes. Even though he looked thoroughly miserable, he nodded his head and perked his ears, giving a hummed, "Mhm?" Rhazii loved stories. It helped when his nightmares were especially bad.