[He's not even aware his hand is still holding hers, he's so lost in whatever haze the drugs and tiredness had brought him. But he hears something as he fades in and out — some tale he's trying desperately to listen to, even if his ears keep wanting to shut down with the rest of him.]
Isaac...? [He's a feeble mutter, but he's listening. Really, he's trying.
At least this sleepiness is a warm sensation, and not the awful pained one from before. Some semblance of a normal lull into rest.]
[Action, evening]
Isaac...? [He's a feeble mutter, but he's listening. Really, he's trying.
At least this sleepiness is a warm sensation, and not the awful pained one from before. Some semblance of a normal lull into rest.]