[Anton closes his eyes. In spite of the objection he'd put up, he does feel like sleeping. A good soldier sleeps when his body tells him to, barring no other complications.
[The touch of Raine's hand is light, and at first Anton braces himself, but the soothing warmth is just that--soothing, and warm. Warm in a comforting way, more than a heated way. No spell, but possibly pure magic, as far as Anton can tell. It doesn't stop his hands from trembling, but he relaxes a little more into the bed, and exhales, and makes himself relax completely.]
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[Anton closes his eyes. In spite of the objection he'd put up, he does feel like sleeping. A good soldier sleeps when his body tells him to, barring no other complications.
[The touch of Raine's hand is light, and at first Anton braces himself, but the soothing warmth is just that--soothing, and warm. Warm in a comforting way, more than a heated way. No spell, but possibly pure magic, as far as Anton can tell. It doesn't stop his hands from trembling, but he relaxes a little more into the bed, and exhales, and makes himself relax completely.]
Thank you.