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He plopped down on the ground near to Silas, feeling a yawn split his face wide open as he stretched out. Mordecai couldn't remember the last time he had a good night's rest. He had maybe slept decent once or twice since they had come to the Keep, though honestly his troubles with rest had come long before they had even left the Hollow.

His jaws clicked together as he stifled off the last of the yawn, listening in to what his son was telling him. It seemed the yawn was contagious or they were on the same page with the day; Mordecai huffed quietly with faint amusement as Silas rested his head.

"Some days are better than others," he said. Wasn't like he had much luck in finding what he had been out looking for too. But that was a topic he wasn't too inclined to comment on, at least not without prompt. Things were already bad enough at the Keep, there seemed little reason to try and sully it more.