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Unless she queried him on the history he wouldn't bring it up or try to explain any further. There was a way for her to return back to Kusagakure after they'd done some travelling. Too many times in the past he'd frozen up or had too much to think about when she said something alarming to him, but getting a bit better at dealing with things in the moment he would help pull the woman closer to himself. Receptive of the touch (even if he wasn't.)

It was - confusing. He had already regarded for her as - was it their languages? Had there been some issue or miscommunication? Physical touch that gave way to something else? Her light expansion had him nodding. Though her touch burned him, he was no stranger to fire. He nodded- she was happy to remain there for a while and would lean back in the chair. While uncomfortable, was no less damning as he shifted his pelvis forward slightly, turning himself into more of a lean-to, and giving her ample opportunity to rest against him in the warmth of his arms and the warmth of the inn, If she did fall asleep he would have been awake for much longer - unyielding. It was an affliction of a blessing that he did not technically need to sleep for he was satiated in the light of his Lord for as long as he was faithful. Though - he held back the tremors of his own body, instead having some twitches running down his forearms every now and then. The tinge of tinnitus in his ears was what he focused on - or was he making it up?

He did, eventually, closed his eyes and sat in the darkness until it was light again. He would had resigned to a sort of sleep, that was a space between the alertness of the day and the residue of the sleep. If she had chosen him as her guardian, then that would make it so much easier for her to transition from her current belief system. But then - did he want to think like this for a friend? So much thinking. He had always thought too much about weighing the pros and the cons. But of course, there would only be one correct answer: serve Akui.

If there was anything to be considered then he needed to remain on her good side in order to remain safe from the hands of other Kusagakure no Sato's officials.

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[Akatsuki]

 

- we sang of the grief-

"Your very voice is in my heartbeat, sweeter than despair"

Akatsuki made a quiet noise when he shifted and she stayed leaning against him, grateful that he was willing to oblige by her requests, as he so often did. And for quite some time, the young woman would stay there with him, resting safely in his embrace as she relaxed against his touch. Her mind wandered lazily as a peaceful silence fell over the two, the quiet sounds from the outside world muted through the glass of the window and brick and mortar of the walls. Rest didn't come as easily for her as it used to, and even in the past her dreams were often riddled with nightmares. But as time continued to pass, it seemed that for this evening at least, she would be able to have a peaceful rest.
    After the passing of several minutes, the young woman felt herself slip away more and more in Sozin's arms, and eventually, before she could completely fall asleep, Akatsuki made a quiet request to transfer to the bed. Wanting to keep his own comfort in consideration as well as knowing that while she could sleep just about anywhere, it would be a waste not to fall asleep on the bed after renting the room to begin with. If he obliged, she'd climb off of him and instead proceed to curl up close beside him once they moved over--a different position entirely from the one they'd been in before, but still close in its own way. Akatsuki would rest her head against his chest once more, an arm wrapped lazily around his waist, and if there was no further disturbances throughout the night, she would sleep restfully until the morning came.

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Eventually, Akatsuki would rouse from her sleep, mumbling something incoherently as she shifted from where she'd been sleeping against Sozin's own resting form. She'd drowsily blink her mix-matched eyes as she took in his sight, the gentle rays of the morning sun filling the room with light. If he was still sleeping--or at least appeared to be--Akatsuki would gingerly reach out a hand to touch; gently brushing away a stray strand of his brown hair from his face. And, if his gaze met hers at all or he made any sign of consciousness, she'd merely smile bashfully instead and greet him with a soft, "Good morning." 

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Blue Text - Tsuchi Branch Kyōbō Only
Pink Text - Sign language
Violet Text - Common Language

Shin of GS + Adox