Pot and Kettle

Sebastian ended up shrugging in response. It wasn't as if he hadn't put her to bed in the past. Too many drinks at the Hanged Man. Too many emotions after Leandra. Too many. Too much. It never made him consider less of her ability to care for herself, but his softer side was always inclined to think of her needs - whether she agreed or not - first and foremost. Besides, he'd just be leaving. Not... making her go to bed.

But that required getting out of the door. And he'd not quite gotten there and ultimately yielded to stay. Awkwardly so.

A shiver shot out from the spot they'd made contact again. Sebastian closed his eyes, trying his best to ignore it. To tell himself she was drunk, she'd bumped him accidentally. It didn't mean anything. How could it?

Eyes opened again when she responded and he offered a smile. Arching a brow as he watched the Mabari come trotting into the room. He didn't bother to correct the way she'd said Tofa's name. She wasn't the only one that did that and it didn't bother him overly much. He was used to it by this stage. Sometimes questioning changing the little pandalope's name altogether.

Undisturbed? I've seen the little brat sleep all day, but those are few and far between. She doesn't allow me out of her sight often, he answered with a chuckle. Though watching Aoife struggle with her robe sent him moving closer to help. They weren't the same thing she'd worn in the past, naturally, but he'd certainly helped her plenty of times before. Here, allow me, he offered, his fingers far more deft and accurate as they danced through the ties.