"Oh sure, laugh. It's funny when you're the one who keeps him awake all night." Her voice was sad and her expression tired, and Yido's face fell, his attention on Keu'deh curled upon himself in her lap.
"That's unfair, Aniphia. I wish I could give him the comfort you can, and you know it." Keu'deh stirred slightly at Yido's tone, low and hurt.
"He's right, maman." They had asked him the meaning of the Drow word he'd been using to address Aniphia and he had admitted to it being a Drow word for mother, a rare one that was a form of endearment. A word that could have saved him years of suffering, one he couldn't make himself say when given the choice, but one he gave freely to Aniphia. He pushed himself out of her lap, rubbing his eyes, his dream still burning in his mind.
"And I'd far rather be exhausted than have to face my nightmares. My dreams are bad enough already." It wasn't Yido's fault that he wouldn't sleep without Aniphia, it was his, and a steady stream of travelers passing in the distance was slowly consuming his interest.
