Siglos didn't respond, letting the darkness wash over him as Cain blew out the candles. He...hadn't excepted Cain to give him advice, the surprise he felt momentarily throwing off the pattern of deep, slow breaths he had tried to cultivate.
“...Want to be with...” Siglos repeated in his mind. He did nothing for several, long moments, before slowly slipping the covers off of his body, adjusting his body so that he lay on top of them.
“....” Siglos took a deep breath, before grabbing the pillow from his bed, and pressing it against his face and upper chest. He tried to focus. The warmth of her skin...the softness of her stomach, the gentle swells of her breathing. Her emerald gaze, looking down at him...her powerful arm, wrapped around his body. He breathed in deeply, imagining the unique scent of her sweater, as she pressed him against it, imagining her hand, slowly ruffling his hair.
“...My emerald...” Siglos murmured. He took another, deep breath, his heart rate slowly, but surely beginning to ease. Exhaustion began to take hold of his flesh, seeping into his very bones as the stress of the day began to catch up with him. Gradually...slowly...his breathing grew even, as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.