[As much as he should try to stay limp, part of him automatically attempts to assist Hythlodaeus with this endeavor of moving him. An instinctual response, knowing that Hythlodaeus is less thancapable of moving him on his own most the time.
The thing is, he's much too tired, much too spent, and so what is meant to be assistance is useless, vague movement of his arms and hands that amount to nothing in the end. He's impressed that he finds himself on the bed at all, though a small part of his mind cringes at the fact his messy body (even if Hythlodaeus did dissipate the slime) is touching the fabric.
Too tired to do anything about it, he just lets Hythlodaeus wrestle the blanket free from under him, and settles into trying to fall asleep. Though not before willing a tentative and shaky arm to move so that he might capture Hythlodaeus' hand in his.
He murmurs something against the pillow, something that sounds oddly like:]
Lobe brew...
[Whatever that means! A mystery for another time, because a moment later his breathing has slowed and deepened. He's asleep.]
[Hythlodaeus laughs and grins at that little bid of affection. Of course he knows that they are in good standing, but he always likes to hear it after a particularly vigorous boundary pushing. He finger combs a lock of Emet-Selch's hair as he readies himself to rest as well. ]
[He's pleased with himself, of course. A satisfying end to a messy lay. Surely they will need to change the bedsheets, but that is a last for the morning. Even the small amount of magic he's used has him feeling spent. He curls up and joins Emet-Selch in his dreams soon after.]
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The thing is, he's much too tired, much too spent, and so what is meant to be assistance is useless, vague movement of his arms and hands that amount to nothing in the end. He's impressed that he finds himself on the bed at all, though a small part of his mind cringes at the fact his messy body (even if Hythlodaeus did dissipate the slime) is touching the fabric.
Too tired to do anything about it, he just lets Hythlodaeus wrestle the blanket free from under him, and settles into trying to fall asleep. Though not before willing a tentative and shaky arm to move so that he might capture Hythlodaeus' hand in his.
He murmurs something against the pillow, something that sounds oddly like:]
Lobe brew...
[Whatever that means! A mystery for another time, because a moment later his breathing has slowed and deepened. He's asleep.]
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[He's pleased with himself, of course. A satisfying end to a messy lay. Surely they will need to change the bedsheets, but that is a last for the morning. Even the small amount of magic he's used has him feeling spent. He curls up and joins Emet-Selch in his dreams soon after.]