Firefly Glen like a soft melody

The topics were ones that he'd rather not discuss, but here in the quiet before dawn after a night spent to his whims, she had eased it out of him; he had finally needed to relent and just let some of it be said. It never felt like enough when it left his lips but maybe, in the aftermath that he considered quietly now, there was a small hint of relief as he nodded--it was painful. Terrible, and gut-wrenching to know that his brothers were gone from his side. Worst ache he had ever known in his entire.. not quite two years--a drop in the grand scheme, he sensed. 

Keyni reminded him, too, to cope in whatever way he needed.. which also seemed good for him to hear. That he mulled over too, but none of the questions he had were able to take full form here and now. He didn't have the effort in him to press it and murmured a soft sort of response, agreeing, roughly. I'll remember that, he replied, meaning much of what she had said, and from there he was more than content to soak up quiet company; it held great weight to him, and with it, he would relax enough to doze off eventually--even if only for a short, light sleep.