Ah, and even through his own haze of exhaustion, Huaisang can recognize it in Fitz's movements as they head upstairs. If he had to guess, Fitz has been awake longer than he has - perhaps that's why he'd seen something that wasn't there so much clearer than the things that have been haunting Huaisang - and honestly, Huaisang's immediate thought is that the room is actually quite pitiful, and he should apologize for not picking a better inn to rest in.
...But apparently it'll do, and so he murmurs a little "oh, alright" and watches Nighteyes absolutely ruin one of the, hm, utilitarian beds. That's a way to get relaxed, he supposes.
After a moment of consideration of the wobbly chairs and table, Huaisang shuffles over to the other bed and perches on the corner of it, twirling his fan in an idle manner.
"I can wait for the meal to be brought up," he offers, delicately not adding on the obvious, because you look like you're about to drop or equally obvious, you're in a more dreadful state than I am. Fitz should sleep, as Nighteyes seems to have already decided? Huaisang misinterprets the careful checking of the latches as more paranoia borne specifically on the back of the hallucinations, and so it stands to reason: Fitz is having a worse day.
Although that does remind him, first, of- that moment with the ax, back in the street. He looks away to gaze expressionlessly at the crooked table before he asks, "When we were on the street, the saber... You heard it?"
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...But apparently it'll do, and so he murmurs a little "oh, alright" and watches Nighteyes absolutely ruin one of the, hm, utilitarian beds. That's a way to get relaxed, he supposes.
After a moment of consideration of the wobbly chairs and table, Huaisang shuffles over to the other bed and perches on the corner of it, twirling his fan in an idle manner.
"I can wait for the meal to be brought up," he offers, delicately not adding on the obvious, because you look like you're about to drop or equally obvious, you're in a more dreadful state than I am. Fitz should sleep, as Nighteyes seems to have already decided? Huaisang misinterprets the careful checking of the latches as more paranoia borne specifically on the back of the hallucinations, and so it stands to reason: Fitz is having a worse day.
Although that does remind him, first, of- that moment with the ax, back in the street. He looks away to gaze expressionlessly at the crooked table before he asks, "When we were on the street, the saber... You heard it?"