Fight! Fight! Pillow fight!

[meridio]

[For someone so fixated on the concept of fairness, Somnus was never known for observing formalities. The Oracle has retired after a trying day, a servant tells him, and must be allowed her rest. He brushes the night guard aside with the snap of his wrist, and it's a matter of seconds before he's striding across the chamber to where Aera slumbers. That she looks so peaceful where she lies doesn't deter him in the slightest.

His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]

Oracle—

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[indelebilis]

[ That much is for sure. She's had servants following her all day long, even after she'd politely dismissed them from time to time. No one wants to seem to leave her alone for too long. ]

I'm certain there is. Are you retiring for the evening, then?

[ Her head tips to the side, as if she's really mulling over his words. ]

Are you certain, though? You did not over exert yourself? You have to promise.

[ Because he's not given her a reason to trust him in this aspect. Two years of silence on his end is to blame for that. ]

[meridio]

No.

[ Well, it isn't a lie. Overexertion is when he can barely stand on his feet. Right now, he's just tired. Compared to the previous nights, though, he's in peak condition. He has Aera to thank for that. ]

It's time that I retired. The same goes for you.

[indelebilis]

Yes, yes... I suppose. I will see you in the morning, dear Somnus.

[ As per usual, she leaves him with her usual kiss to the cheek. There are already attendants waiting for her at the end of the corridor and she is happy to greet them and head back down towards her quarters. Their giggling and chit chat can be heard echoing off of the walls, eventually fading off into nothingness.

When morning rolls around, however, Aera does not see Somnus in the morning. She's been presented with a different, far more difficult task: having this baby. Sorry about that, Somnus. ]