[They have not thanked the flowers. They hope that the flowers can still accept their unspoken gratitude, lacking the means to discuss it audibly. They think that Ren's thanks, for now, will suffice. Is it absurd to talk to flowers as though they might hear?]
[Perhaps it is. For now, it feels less like indulgence, and more like relief.]
[They do, in fact, want to sleep. Even if they've slept for some time, for the days in which they slept without the nightmares that would typically haunt their dreams and bleed the tendrils of pink-stained black into their subconscious, it does not feel much like sleep at all. They are meant to be stronger than this, braver than this, more resilient than this, and yet...]
[And yet, the temptation remains.]
[Their head lowers finally in a reluctant nod.]
[Yes.]
[They start to sink to the ground into a horizontal curl, apparently needing no further preparation than Ren's permission.]
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[Perhaps it is. For now, it feels less like indulgence, and more like relief.]
[They do, in fact, want to sleep. Even if they've slept for some time, for the days in which they slept without the nightmares that would typically haunt their dreams and bleed the tendrils of pink-stained black into their subconscious, it does not feel much like sleep at all. They are meant to be stronger than this, braver than this, more resilient than this, and yet...]
[And yet, the temptation remains.]
[Their head lowers finally in a reluctant nod.]
[Yes.]
[They start to sink to the ground into a horizontal curl, apparently needing no further preparation than Ren's permission.]