[Most of Soren's focus drifts from the gentle dance of flames to Emil as he finally settles in to sleep with worry stuck on his brow. How he could sleep after his friend's uncertain fate and with potential dangers lurking outside could be made possible with sheer exhaustion. Soren's sure that would be the only way he himself could achieve it like this.]
I'll be fine. Even if I heat up, I'm bound to just get cold again.
[He says that, but he wedges in to keep taking advantage of the heat. Now everyone in the furniture-blanket fort has their eyes closed save for Soren. With no dire rush impelling them (in the present, anyway, as far as he can tell) nor immediate desire to go anywhere, he waits on Emil patiently.
(Don't look now, but he may be nabbing a fire-warmed blanket off the fort to see if he can actually use it later or if it just disappears eventually. Surely no one will miss this. Lalli? Got any complaints? No? Thought so.) ]
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I'll be fine. Even if I heat up, I'm bound to just get cold again.
[He says that, but he wedges in to keep taking advantage of the heat. Now everyone in the furniture-blanket fort has their eyes closed save for Soren. With no dire rush impelling them (in the present, anyway, as far as he can tell) nor immediate desire to go anywhere, he waits on Emil patiently.
(Don't look now, but he may be nabbing a fire-warmed blanket off the fort to see if he can actually use it later or if it just disappears eventually. Surely no one will miss this. Lalli? Got any complaints? No? Thought so.) ]