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[thewidewideworld]

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Curled in Rangar's arms and clutching Athelstan's hand, Sinric keeps his face hidden as they enter their rooms. Somehow it's easier with his eyes closed. It seems to narrow down the visions.

He tries to steady himself enough to stand, wavering like a leaf. "I must smell terrible." He can't tell, still so disconnected from his own body. "I don't remember how long it's been since I washed."

He senses a turn of discomfort from Athelstan. "I can do it alone, it's alright."

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[cook_the_rude]

"They are all yours already, Sinric," Hannibal says. "to begin with, I can watch while you are sleeping and wake you up should you give any signs of bad dreams."

[thewidewideworld]

"Thank you." He touches Hannibal's cheek softly, already starting to slip under again. "I know you don't always get on, but would you allow Ragnar and Athelstan to sit vigil with you? I know the helplessness of being shut out must be making Ragnar pace like a tiger."

He hopes there can be peace between them. He doesn't want to be the cause of more distrust and dislike. He needs all three of them - if not together, then at least cordial.

[cook_the_rude]

"Oh yes, of course," Hannibal says. "Would you like me to call them back in?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Please? I'm sorry to worry everyone so but I would feel better if you're all close by." His eyes grow heavy, his breathing starting to even out.

[cook_the_rude]

Hannibal gets up and raps on the connecting door. "Ragnar? Athelstan?"