After being dismissed by the other closing his eyes and returning to sleep, Khadgar had been left restless and unsettled. There had been no acknowledgement on the fact that they were indeed soulmates beyond his own worried comment over the world around him had began to lose its colors and he had no idea where to go forward from now.
He tilts his head back and allows himself some rest for the first time since he had seen his world returning to monochrome. Dozing was enough, allowing his mind to shift through itself and come up with a rationalized action plan - that even if it was better for them both to not acknowledge it, Khadgar's actions saw to it that at least one of them would drop everything to rush to the other and make damn sure they pulled through.
Khadgar could only hope it would be the same from the injured worgen before him.
It is a whimper that draws Khadgar's attention, at first he dismissed it as another injured worgen coming in and being unable to keep his pain quiet, but that thought is thrown out as another comes with the sound of shifting bedding right in front of him. It startles him, eyes snapping open as he finds Genn suffering from some sort of nightmare.
Who knew what it was about, but Khadgar had to control himself from switching his seat from next to the bed to being on top of the covers so he could soothe the other back into slumber. He... he could not do that, he knows that, now wasn't the time and the other was married. He had no want to break up a home, especially not one that had been established in his entrapment within the Outland and cowardice after he could return.
However, Khadgar leans forwards anyways, brushing grey hair away from a forehead when blue eyes snap open out of no where. Khadgar yelped in surprise, hand rocketing back to his lap and he took in a sharp breath to steady himself.
"You were having a nightmare," he murmured, stuttering over the sentence, "I wanted to soothe -"
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After being dismissed by the other closing his eyes and returning to sleep, Khadgar had been left restless and unsettled. There had been no acknowledgement on the fact that they were indeed soulmates beyond his own worried comment over the world around him had began to lose its colors and he had no idea where to go forward from now.
He tilts his head back and allows himself some rest for the first time since he had seen his world returning to monochrome. Dozing was enough, allowing his mind to shift through itself and come up with a rationalized action plan - that even if it was better for them both to not acknowledge it, Khadgar's actions saw to it that at least one of them would drop everything to rush to the other and make damn sure they pulled through.
Khadgar could only hope it would be the same from the injured worgen before him.
It is a whimper that draws Khadgar's attention, at first he dismissed it as another injured worgen coming in and being unable to keep his pain quiet, but that thought is thrown out as another comes with the sound of shifting bedding right in front of him. It startles him, eyes snapping open as he finds Genn suffering from some sort of nightmare.
Who knew what it was about, but Khadgar had to control himself from switching his seat from next to the bed to being on top of the covers so he could soothe the other back into slumber. He... he could not do that, he knows that, now wasn't the time and the other was married. He had no want to break up a home, especially not one that had been established in his entrapment within the Outland and cowardice after he could return.
However, Khadgar leans forwards anyways, brushing grey hair away from a forehead when blue eyes snap open out of no where. Khadgar yelped in surprise, hand rocketing back to his lap and he took in a sharp breath to steady himself.
"You were having a nightmare," he murmured, stuttering over the sentence, "I wanted to soothe -"