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Sinric takes Athelstan's hand and leads him through an almost invisible door and down a couple of seemingly perfectly flat hallways that somehow open out onto the rooftop and a little flat terrace with a view of the eastern sky.

Sinric clearly spends some time up here because the spot is furnished with a daybed big enough to lay on or for two to sit together comfortingly and is draped with soft furry blankets of a cloth unknown in their time.

He helps Athelstan to the daybed and sits with him, setting the flask aside for now. The stars are still clear in the sky, even as dawn smudges the horizon with warmth.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan doesn't know the song - or the language, really, but it's familiar enough to be soothing.

He closes his eyes, listening.

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric pauses once or twice, trying to be sure of the words. It is a very long song after all. He comes to the end and presses a small kiss to Athelstan's brow, sleepy and serene himself.

[athelstanthescribe]

The warmth of the sun and the comfort of Sinric's presence and the song have made him drowsy, and he only stirs a little.

"Shall we sleep?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Hmm, yes. That would be very pleasant." His eyes are already half closed."

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan curls closer to him, as near to truly relaxed as he's been since his capture.

"Yes, it does."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric manages to sing part of the Northumbrian lullaby before he drifts off, safe and happy in Athelstan's arms

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: and I think there's a wrap]

[thewidewideworld]

{ooc: our darling boys! Thank you.}