The emotional exertion has been more exhausting than anything else. He moves with her for a few steps, before scoffing slightly. To once more pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. Nothing in it other than a need for companionship, and to treat her well. So very ready to curl up with her, perhaps chat or perhaps simply to exist.
"Were I human, I doubt you'd be heavy." But it brings a bit of a laugh from him as well. Once they're curled in bed, he brings her hand up to kiss. Then stretches them both together up--his over hers, teaching her wordlessly how to project an illusion. As if her bedroom has faded, and they're lying together under the stars.
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"I guess that works too." She wants to snuggle up with him. She's missed just having him sleeping next to her.
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"It's beautiful." He brought her to the stars and now is bringing them to her.