Broken Boulder i'll pay my weight in blood to feel my nerves wake up

He curled up around Alarian, wrapping as much of his small frame around his brother as he could stretch. He shook his head at the apology, smiling as their eyes met. "Don't worry about it," he assured him, giving him a swift, soft lick to the cheek. "You're all right. You just need some rest."

He let his brother cuddle as close as possible, drifting off himself. Once he was awake again, he'd bring Alarian something to eat. Something fresh, not stale hare from the cache or some shit. Hopefully the juniper berries were doing their job well enough for his brother to eat.

Zamael glanced at the herbs, resisted a chuckle, and slipped into slumber, curled around his brother. It almost felt like he was home again.