β β β β β Oh. Please sleep, love. We can talk later. β
β β β β He says, watching her body language intently.
β β β β β Iβll be right here, okay? β
β β β β He sits in the flood next to the couch sheβs on.
Head weakly turns so she can look at him.
"Xaph, honey..."
Greeting weakly.
That's one tired Avgin right there.