She moved through the dark without fear of it. If Larus was more of an imaginative sort of child, he may have said she was the dark; a black capped head and pale body, made more eerie by the pale body attached. Her eyes were floating specks of gold that sneered down at him in passing, so he shrank back - but moments later, Larus was following after her. Eager to have company, even if she was his only choice. When she positioned herself upon the floor, he only stared.
It occurred to him, kind of, that he needed sleep. That he was very tired after all the wandering and attention from the lynx. But this brought a new worry to his mind - Maera. How could Maera sleep without her pillow? Were his sisters finding comfort among one another, having forgotten him? Larus tread closer to the woman on the floor, slow and careful, avoiding pointed stones. He slouched and slumped with his rear planting itself against the cold cave floor, and then proceeded to mimic Caiaphas' own shape. He didn't sleep though. Without the warmth and comfort provided by his family Larus found the sensation of sleep to be alien. Invasive and disconcerting.
He would gradually drift off, of course. There was no iron will within him, and Larus could hardly protest the need to rest. Gradually his own eyes began to close - a tiny yawn wracked his body - and eventually he was drowsing. Occasionally, the boy would shiver or twitch in his sleep.