<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jereil Doreit...!</span><br/>Jereil stretched and cracked his back when his arms were unbuckled.  He didn't mind the light bruising from all his struggling, not even bothering to rub at his wrists to help circulation.  Letting his body settle meant the oncoming of sleep, and that notion sounded wonderful.  He moved his arms beneath the pillow his head rested on, helping it to craddle his head as he listened to Ed.<br/><br/>"...Glad I could help," he managed.  He was sincere, but his energy was quickly plummeting, and thus his words were mumbled.  "...You can stay... if you want..."  He offered a small smile, then yawned deeply before finally letting his eyes close.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div align="center">tagging -- Edouard<br/>location -- his bedroom</div>