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It had been one week since the Overblot. Since sand flew and shot everywhere, not caring who it hit nor how it seemed to dig into your skin. It had also been a week since Leona had begun sleeping with you more times than he slept alone. Of course, you slept in his bed. There would be no way he slept in what he called: “Ramshackle's raggedy bed.” Certainly not fit for a prince.
The excuses were all the same. He needed someone to clean his room and do his laundry while Ruggie's entire arm healed. A poor excuse since with Ruggie's arm bandaged and healing with magic, he could clean but Ruggie was not going to fight him on that. He only mentioned it at night in passing and if you never crossed past, Leona would make sure they would before it got too late. Because of the late hour, he “reluctantly” offered his bed because it would be a bigger inconvenience for you to get hurt than just sleeping in his bed.
The first night you slept normally; Leona had his majority of the bed, and you got whatever space you could find. By the third day, Leona took up less of the bed, facing you for majority of the night while he slept. The next night, you took the couch. Leona fell asleep as normal, nothing would stop the lion from his nap but woke up in a pissier mood. One the fifth and sixth nights, his clothes and other random crap you didn't get to were along the couch, so you had to join his bed, despite the slight sneer on his face. There were more clothes on that couch than there should’ve been if you recalled the previous days…
Now on the seventh night, you slept next to Leona like any other night. Both sound asleep. Nights were one of the few times Savanaclaw was silent except for the quiet hum of bugs or a snort of a warthog.
In the morning however, you woke to arms around your stomach and a firm chest against your back… and a dozed breath hushed along your nape. After the third night you got the gist that this was Leona's way of showing… guilt. Payback for what he did to you and your friends, even if you had to be housekeeper while Ruggie healed. Which, while Ruggie's arm was healing from almost being deteriorated, you had suffered too!! The sand got everywhere and still popped to this day. Parts of your skin were still mottled with little marks from how hard the stupid sand hit. A few bruises made their way along your ribs and arms. He could clean his own damn room!
But as you felt his hands shift just slightly as if reading your thoughts, you got a better glimpse of his hands and part of his arms. They were cracked, some about ready to bleed. A few still had some black goo residue on them. Blot was still there despite the infirmary's blot care? It had been a week, and he still suffered from the aftereffects of his Overblot?!
Unbeknownst to even your own conscious, your hands traced the cracks gently. They looked ready to crack at any second, but you felt the need to trace them. For some reason.
The breathing shifted and so did Leona when his brain finally comprehended the little sparks of pain coming from his hands. His eyes barely even opened, and his head rested on his favorite human pillow’s shoulder. His hands nor injuries were none of your damn business. You needed to focus on your own issues before you tackled his. The muscles in his hands tensed then swatted your hands away silently saying “enough. I don't need pampering.”
You smiled just a little and felt how Leona shifted once more, being respectful but also close behind you. The atmosphere had a little tension in it, mostly because of the constant reminder of the Overblot, yet, it still had an easy feel to it. Your hands relaxed against his. Jeez, your own hands looked pretty bad too, helping around with the spell drive tournament and the whole Overblot left your hands in not the greatest shape.
The strong hands backing your hands up flexed for a split second, body preparing to get up or more likely, move a greater distance on the bed. He didn't just instantaneously wake up, he woke up when he wanted to, talked when he wanted to, and moved when he wanted to. Nothing stopped that.
Silence in the room lasted long. A few Savanaclaw members had some ruckus going on outside and the cicadas buzzed. That was outside of the room and neither of the two in bed could care in their moment.
Until… that silence was broken. “I have classes today. And so do you.” You whispered with a shit eating grin. His reaction made it worth it, but also no matter the occasion, if you were not sick nor dead, Trein would not accept anyone to miss his classes.
Leona spent the rest of that day in a bad mood because of that.