[Tighnari has had time to grow used to being here and though he still wouldn't say he's entirely settled his personality and interests have translated fairly well into this new environment. Cyno, on the other hand...
From the moment he arrived Tighnari knew he would have difficulty settling in. He had given the other man as much information as he could, provided him with somewhere to rest his head should he wish it (being quite glad when he took him up on that offer, of course) and between the two of them they have been managing well enough for basic comforts. Their needs are simple, after all.
But more than that, the forest watcher has grown used to dreaming. His arrival in Folkmore to begin with had heralded the onset of them and as the weeks have passed he has found them less startling. Mostly, they're peaceful things, if sometimes disjointed and confusing. He enjoys mulling them over while he has tea in the mornings. His friend's nights have been more unsettled, though. He has heard him tossing and turning, the sounds rousing him from his own sleep even as soft as they are, but he has not mentioned it. Cyno would, in his own time, bring it up himself if he wished to.
This night is different. This night, Tighnari is startled awake by the sound of hoarse yelling, far enough away that no normal ears would have been bothered by it while deeply asleep but sounding like thunder to his own. He props himself up on his elbow and frowns in the direction of the sound, then finally sighs and slips out of bed. Wrapped up in a warm, soft robe he pads to the door of the room Cyno has been using and hesitates, just for a moment, before he lifts his hand and raps gently on the door with his knuckles.]
Cyno..? [His voice is soft, his head close to the door and one ear slightly turned against it.] Are you all right?
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Date: 2022-11-16 08:50 pm (UTC)From the moment he arrived Tighnari knew he would have difficulty settling in. He had given the other man as much information as he could, provided him with somewhere to rest his head should he wish it (being quite glad when he took him up on that offer, of course) and between the two of them they have been managing well enough for basic comforts. Their needs are simple, after all.
But more than that, the forest watcher has grown used to dreaming. His arrival in Folkmore to begin with had heralded the onset of them and as the weeks have passed he has found them less startling. Mostly, they're peaceful things, if sometimes disjointed and confusing. He enjoys mulling them over while he has tea in the mornings. His friend's nights have been more unsettled, though. He has heard him tossing and turning, the sounds rousing him from his own sleep even as soft as they are, but he has not mentioned it. Cyno would, in his own time, bring it up himself if he wished to.
This night is different. This night, Tighnari is startled awake by the sound of hoarse yelling, far enough away that no normal ears would have been bothered by it while deeply asleep but sounding like thunder to his own. He props himself up on his elbow and frowns in the direction of the sound, then finally sighs and slips out of bed. Wrapped up in a warm, soft robe he pads to the door of the room Cyno has been using and hesitates, just for a moment, before he lifts his hand and raps gently on the door with his knuckles.]
Cyno..? [His voice is soft, his head close to the door and one ear slightly turned against it.] Are you all right?