"There is no need for you to find words," comes a quiet but firm promise, and in the moment Kael feels almost dizzy from their newfound reality. It is overwhelming, positive but an incredible amount to think of when all that has just passed is barely concluded.

In the end, he rests his hands at the smaller man's shoulders, thumbs gently stroking at the sides of his neck. The flash of memory he finds is of the feeling he could as easily slide his hands around Enver's neck and squeeze the life from him. But rather than an urge, it is just a memory. A disturbing one, but not a compulsion. He shakes his head, the movement possibly coming across as a bid to keep himself awake.

"We can begin by seeing to what we need. It feels as though sleep has been harder to find lately. And now I can think of nothing else but to retire to a bedroll with you and hold you until it takes both of us."

His gaze tracks sideways, his eyes settling on the tent big enough for the both of them. He can no longer think in ways that make a lot of sense, his mind newly burnt of the tadpole that had been in residence for so long exhausted. He certainly doesn't recall that sleep wasn't something he used to do.

"Rest with me?"