Wee Hours

At his agreement, the healer was quick to whip something together. He stayed seated, patiently watching her, and doing his best to keep the weariness from his eyes. He wouldn’t have even considered it, if he hadn’t attacked Zee not once but twice. He was a menace, and he needed to get that sorted.

“Your father is welcome to his demons.” Sirius said dryly as she spoke of the man and his terrors. Perhaps he believed the demon he believed controlled him was also in his dreams. Who knew, who cared, other then to file it away. Once could never have too little information on their enemies.

She propped the dosage in front of him, and he looked down on it with a degree of weariness. He didn’t know how certain ‘dreamlessness’ would be. He realized also that he would not be able to arise if danger came their way. Alas, the only way onwards was forward. “Perhaps you should go into Ashen territory for the night, to be safe” he said, as he worked up the nerve to down the medicine. He made a face, calling for Marshal and Bast as he waited for it to kick in.