Ah. G-Good… is it morning? I can’t tell. *He rubbed at his eye and chuckled slightly, a sleepy smile crossing his face.*
Sorry for being so much trouble last night.
((I’m going to go ahead and say it’s almost night time again; Odette was eating bread at about 6:30 in the morning and I’m guessing everyone else has been sleeping/resting for most of the day))
It was morning a few hours ago…you are currently looking at four thirty-seven in the evening, 23 seconds in.
*grins* It was…silly. Do not be sorry.
((Works for me. Avery has no concept of time.))
Oh? Is it really that late? Oh dear. Y-you should have woken me. I… I shouldn’t intrude on you so much.
A-and I’m sorry. I… I tend to get rather, um, silly w-when I’m tired…
Wh-why would I wake you? I think people need to sleep and that they should do it when they are tired. That’s…how it works, correct? I am a bit out of practise with that sort of thing.
Ples didn’t think anything more of it. Avery’s behavior had been strange, certainly, but not unpleasant or harmful. And, anyway, Ples told himself that he was the instigator and had a hand in encouraging it as well, so…there was that.
Do you need anything? I still have ingredients for some soup, but aside from that, no food.
B-But you could have woken me and sent me home. I… I feel horrible for i-imposing myselfaswellassleepingonyourbookshelf.
A-Ah. No. I’m fine, th-thank you. I’m sure someone will have cooked something wh-when I get home. *He blushed slightly and extended a hand to the man, a small smile on his face. He’d have hugged him, but Avery wasn’t sure if last night was meant as a one-off interaction or not. Shaking hands was good.* I… I’m very grateful for your hospitality, Ples. Is… is there anything you need for Odette? Is she alright?
The nervousness was catching.
E-eh? A-avery, i-it’s f-fine. H-how w-would s-s-sleeping on on a bookshelf be an im-imposition? You…y-you w-were the one that b-brought Odette back to h-her body. I sh-should think the least I could d-do for you in r-return is offer you a b-bookshelf to r-rest your head on. *awkward smile* D-don’t worry about it.
Ples enclosed both his hands around Avery’s one.
I think she’s fine; I looked in her a while ago, but I will check again.
No, no. I… I didn’t really do much. I already had everything but the swan feather in storage, j-just in case, and… and it’s more that I happened to have an agreement with the right people. I didn’t really do anything myself…
*Rests his other hand on top of Ples’*
Thank you. Um. I might… say farewell to her, if she’s awake, if you don’t m-mind.
*smiles, releases grip* Certainly, let’s go check on her…
Back down the hall. Ples very carefully opened the door in peeked in.