But, every time, Llewellyn was still there. The man refused to budge from his current spot, and offered small, soothing brushes against the other’s side when he felt Rhy stir. Wanting nothing more than for his husband to get a proper rest in after this whole ordeal, and feeling too unsettled by the notion that he could end up back in his world alone to face the issues he’d been dealing with again at a moments notice to drift off fully himself.

(ooc: Would you perfer to time skip or wrap and work on something new soon?)