Valerion nodded. "Alright then; let me know if you need anything. Have a good sleep".

Adrien shifted around a bit under the blanket, and he nestled the back of his head against the corner of the couch. With one hand, he held the blanket near his face; it was soft, and it had a scent which he liked - lavender or rosemary, he couldn't tell which at the moment. Meanwhile, Valerion had seated himself on his usual armchair, and he was now hunched over the table as he wrote in a leatherbound notebook; sometimes he would bring the cap of his fountain pen to his mouth and suck on it for a while before writing his next words. Adrien smiled and closed his eyes.