Rosewater Oasis Insomniac

He hadn't realized a frown had cracked his stoic expression, and took a breath to remedy it. I'm afraid I don't know the place all that well, yet.. He murmured, having spent his first few days in an exhaustion coma, and the rest too suspicious to venture far.

Even then... it was something to do, something other than loss to occupy his thoughts. He began to lift himself up, an awkward endeavour as he accounted for the crookedness of one half. The muscles in his legs burned and struggled, but he refused any assistance, intent on carrying himself, from now on. But.. we can still look around, I know where some things are. he spoke quietly, venturing outside of monotone for once.

Really, he was glad for the company, for the lightness she seemed to wish to pull out of him.