[ Zevran? Dozes. Blinks himself awake now and then to watch his boy and his brother now and then before sleep takes over for good. He simply cannot stay awake any longer. Of course when he finally manages to drift into some manner of restful slumber- his ears twitch at the sound of Lucci being cranky.
A sharp pitched whine that's the beginning of a wail has him pushing himself upright while still mostly asleep and wandering to the desk. Chilled rag with elfroot, mint, and honey, swaddling cloth to keep Lucci from being chilled- (the one this time is a scarf Alistair might find familiar- something Wynne knit him ten years ago). Without so much as a word or a blink he scoops his son into his arms, mumbling incoherent Antivan as he wraps him in the scarf and pops the chilled corner of cloth into his mouth. Then?
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A sharp pitched whine that's the beginning of a wail has him pushing himself upright while still mostly asleep and wandering to the desk. Chilled rag with elfroot, mint, and honey, swaddling cloth to keep Lucci from being chilled- (the one this time is a scarf Alistair might find familiar- something Wynne knit him ten years ago). Without so much as a word or a blink he scoops his son into his arms, mumbling incoherent Antivan as he wraps him in the scarf and pops the chilled corner of cloth into his mouth. Then?
Silence. ]