[ The hand clings to the sleeve for a moment, even after those words are spoken into his mind. First, his expression relaxes... and a tiny smile eases onto his lips. It's as he shifts his head closer to the hand, he slowly releases his grip on the sleeve.
With a soft, content sound, he whispers something seemingly nonsensical, though maybe Wren will feel like it's familiar - a language from his childhood, perhaps.
As the hand slides back onto the bed, he snuggles into the pillow, finally looking to relax completely. ]
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With a soft, content sound, he whispers something seemingly nonsensical, though maybe Wren will feel like it's familiar - a language from his childhood, perhaps.
As the hand slides back onto the bed, he snuggles into the pillow, finally looking to relax completely. ]