She muttered something but Tiarnan wasn't listening closely. He was more taken in by the lull of her breath as she began to drift to sleep. While he was very tired, her closeness kept him from truly falling away in to a restful state; he watched her quietly, lowering his chin to the ground below in case she was still awake and watching, but Tiarnan would remain coherent even as the deep dark of night wrapped about them. The darkness was a great blanket, and Bazi the only light. He guarded her in part to protect her, and in part because he was greedy. Tiarnan did not have many friends in the wilds. Bazi had become one, but he couldn't know for how long.
Gradually (and against his own desires) Tiarnan did begin to slow in his breathing. He groggily pressed himself closer to Bazi, adjusting a chocolate limb in to a fold so that he could rest upon it. As he fell in to a thin sleep, the boy's head slid off of it's perch and nestled in to the ghost's scruff, where his breath would steadily slide across her skin.
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