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[thewidewideworld]

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Sinric's room is simple and sparse. He hasn't had it long and had yet to make his mark on it in any way.

The cloak slips as he pushes open the door. Beneath he wears thin linen trousers and a sleeveless tunic. Neither hide the fact he has been recently beaten and used roughly. He tries to catch the cloak as it falls, gasping as he wrenches a wound.

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[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's eyes grow heavy, leaning into the touch. It is an odd and pleasing sensation to feel the pain wash away. He rests his hand on Erond's arm. "Your kindness, thank you."

[starrydome]

Elrond looks up at him.

It may seem like there is a faint shimmer surrounding him.

"I have seen so much pain," he says quietly. "When I can help, I do so."
He sounds tired.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric moves to cover Elrond's hand with his own. "I'm sorry to have added to your burden."

[starrydome]

"It matters not," Elrond says, giving him a small smile.
"As I said, I cannot walk past when I see someone hurting."

[thewidewideworld]

"I wish I had something to offer in return." But already he can feel himself falling asleep.

[starrydome]

"There is no need," Elrond assures him.

"Rest. Will you be safe here? Or should I stay?"

[thewidewideworld]

"I am safe here, but you are most welcome to stay if you wish."

[starrydome]

"I shall stay here while you sleep, then," Elrond decides.
That way he too can rest a little, letting his mind wander down the pathways of Elven dreams.

[thewidewideworld]

"Thank you." He moves back a little, making room for Elrond on the bed, should he want it.

[starrydome]

Elrond gets to his feet but doesn't seem to notice Oriens movement.
Instead, he settles down on a chair.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric's eyes grow heavy but he sings to himself, singing himself to sleep. An old, sweet lullaby that fades as falls into a healing sleep.