<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Kazuma sighed. It would seem that trying to get the other to understand was going to be a bit of a problem. That was fine for now though because sleep was coming fast, despite his attempt to stay awake. At least until Amell picked him up abruptly. Kazuma started, his body growing tense from the close proximity and then the sensation of being lifted. His stitched wound protested the motion, so Kazuma attempted to stay as still as possible in the other's arms. It wasn't until he was laid out onto a soft mat that Kazuma relaxed. <br/>
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Amell told him to sleep then and Kazuma nodded. Kazuma watched the human gesture as he spoke. He assumed after some contemplation that Amell wanted him to talk, but he frowned at that. Why would he talk when he was just told to sleep. He let out a soft and simply got as comfortable as possible in the bed he'd been laid out on. How strange to find such welcoming comfort upon his arrival. Whatever it was he was laid upon was wonderous. It took little time before he was asleep.<br/>
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In his slumber, Kazuma's body began its natural restoration of his power. The cycle of rest brought with it a kind of replenishment. It would take much longer in the human realm, but it was something. A pale kind of glow covered Kazuma's frame. His breathing deepened. Unconsciously, he worked the magic that he gained into healing the smaller cuts that littered his body. Once he had more, he would heal the deeper one, but that would likely take another night of rest to gain enough.</span>