[ Wriothesley lifts a lazy dog head to catch sight of the sticker that Aether's displayed on his pillow – an oldie but goodie. they quite like that design. ]

Take them as souvenirs if you want, a commemoration of your time here. It's not everyone that gets some high quality Melusine station–ah ...

[ there are muscles in his back that have been tightened for such a long time, he didn't even know that they were tight. damn – how did Aether press against something he didn't even know existed? a little ruff that seems to come out of his mouth as he settles back down again, comfortable with Aether's weight on top of him. Wriothesley is not a person who is used to being vulnerable enough to be taken care of, on the contrary, he's the one who's always taking care of everyone in the confines of Meropide.

Aether's got clever hands and fingers that are stronger than he look (from carrying that sword everywhere, Wriothesley wonders, or just because he's the traveler), diligently pressing between muscles and dragging along his spine. there are some points that click under his thumb, tense and then relax, as if Aether had pinpointed a pressure point that causes the Duke to slump further in the bed. ]

Damn, you keep doing this and I don't think I'm going to be able to get up.

[ he can just be a lazy, fond dog about this. ]