[Wolfwood isn't sure when or how he fell back to sleep, just that he did at some point when he started weeping at 4 am. He thinks he might have just cried himself back to sleep? Unclear. Either way, he's...exhausted by the time six rolls around and it's time to actually get up, and when Ain peels away from him, he feels...like he wishes he could stay longer.
He doesn't want to move yet. He doesn't want to have to get up and face reality yet.]
Mmrgh...
[His eyes are glued shut from crying, and his face feels uncomfortably sticky. He smears at it blindly with the heel of his hand, trying to roll over halfway to bury his face into a clean part of the sleeping bags.]
Whas' ur' hurry...lay back down.
[He grumbles, despite knowing they need to move now before it gets too hot for the horses.]
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He doesn't want to move yet. He doesn't want to have to get up and face reality yet.]
Mmrgh...
[His eyes are glued shut from crying, and his face feels uncomfortably sticky. He smears at it blindly with the heel of his hand, trying to roll over halfway to bury his face into a clean part of the sleeping bags.]
Whas' ur' hurry...lay back down.
[He grumbles, despite knowing they need to move now before it gets too hot for the horses.]