Lost Creek Hollow i know your style

the look on alamar's face completely tanks jaime's good mood, and for the briefest moment he feels bitter. but then it passes, and all he can feel is sad. he wishes things weren't like this. he wishes they were better. he wishes... i wish i could make you happy, the ghost of a whisper, an idle mournful thought drifting from him as he curls into himself again. he can't sleep, but he's too tired to tell alamar that. he's too tired to do anything.