"Sure."

"Don't leave me?"

Masque is quiet, isn't sure how to respond to that.

Zveran's gut turns with dread. "I know what you are now, and I'm not afraid of you. Things don't have to change, at all. I just- I-"

"I have no where else to go."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"No. It's- fine. It's- I'm not good with words."

"It's all right. It's- it's all right."

He leans back on his hands. He feels a little lost, and perhaps there is some uneasiness, knowing Sin is still closer than he'd like. 

"That was- I'm staying?

Zveran's smile is small, but genuine. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"All right." Zveran smile grows bigger. "That's, that's good."

Masque waves a finger at him. "No sense."

Zveran waves a hand at them. "I don't make sense. Perk of being me," he says, grinning.

They shake their head, lean it back against the tree behind them.

Zveran watches them, and eventually settles back himself. "We should probably keep moving."

"Yes."

"Not particularly safe here."

"Not particularly safe anywhere."

"So, we should take safety where we find it?"

"Basically."

Zveran moves to sit next to them, keeping a small bit of space. He leans back against the tree. 

"All right then."

"Rest," they say quietly.

"Okay," he says. 

He drifts off, and eventually, his head slumps onto Masque's shoulder.

They stay still, letting him sleep against them.