Thank you for listening, Fitz, that's very good. Huaisang gives him a short nod and a tiny smile as if to say, oh, that's much better! It is, objectively; he doesn't like to be loomed over, and he's spent enough time on his own lately to find it infinitely more pleasant with the three of them crammed onto this passable mattress.
He nibbles some more bread and cheese, and he hears it too— a sob somewhere, which could be anyone, and then that anguished cry of Fitz— ah? Perhaps it's the proximity to them both, or the duration of how long it's been since Nighteyes first managed to loop him into their bond— perhaps it's just more of the sleepless madness sneaking up on him, the longer they fuss over who's going to actually sleep, but. Hmm. He knows he didn't hear that voice before. That Fool of Fitz's, then, who likes to be called Fool on purpose, who it seems has begged Fitz for help all this time in the same desperate way Huaisang remembers begging Nie Mingjue to put down his saber...
"Ah," he says, blinking out of it. "Thank- thank you. I didn't- um." Well. He shakes his head before he can claim he didn't hear a thing, a polite enough lie he'd expend for anyone else who hadn't already heard the saber and come all this way. Putting the plate down on his other side, he reaches for Fitz's arm, haltingly, curling fingers into his sleeve. It's centering, or at least, he hopes it is.
"I did." Hear. "From the sound of it, you're as frightened as I am." (Not, ah, for similar reasons, maybe a few.) "But no one else is here."
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He nibbles some more bread and cheese, and he hears it too— a sob somewhere, which could be anyone, and then that anguished cry of Fitz— ah? Perhaps it's the proximity to them both, or the duration of how long it's been since Nighteyes first managed to loop him into their bond— perhaps it's just more of the sleepless madness sneaking up on him, the longer they fuss over who's going to actually sleep, but. Hmm. He knows he didn't hear that voice before. That Fool of Fitz's, then, who likes to be called Fool on purpose, who it seems has begged Fitz for help all this time in the same desperate way Huaisang remembers begging Nie Mingjue to put down his saber...
"Ah," he says, blinking out of it. "Thank- thank you. I didn't- um." Well. He shakes his head before he can claim he didn't hear a thing, a polite enough lie he'd expend for anyone else who hadn't already heard the saber and come all this way. Putting the plate down on his other side, he reaches for Fitz's arm, haltingly, curling fingers into his sleeve. It's centering, or at least, he hopes it is.
"I did." Hear. "From the sound of it, you're as frightened as I am." (Not, ah, for similar reasons, maybe a few.) "But no one else is here."