Deepwood Weald Realized I can't not be with you

I'm sorry, he answered first, continuing his affections. The short, vague answers were beginning to wear on his nerves a little, especially since he was only trying to help, but he inhaled deeply to steady himself with his mates scent; it wasn't worth fighting over for now. Do you want to sleep now? Midar asked. I'll stay right here and make sure no one disturbs you. He figured Alarian's sleepless night was just from left over stress after their day of fighting, so surely he was feeling a little better now and could maybe get some more sleep. Then maybe he'd be willing to offer the beast more detailed answers to his questions. He wasn't sure how else to help him otherwise, especially since he wasn't really being very forthcoming about anything, leaving Midar to make his own assumptions and offer help based off of those assumptions.