Herbalists' Cache Just dance; gonna be okay

lestan was silent, because there was no way to compress or translate every one of these thoughts into apt words. "akavir," he said at last, clearing his throat.
but he was not fit to speak on anything for now; he only pressed his muzzle against her shoulder and sighed out in a long breath. "why don't you sleep first. then i can, and then we will head off again."