slavinne replied to your post:
There was no night of rest when Sevby was around. As she opened the door, he smiled ever so slightly, chapped lips cracking at the action. His filth wasn’t too bad today — aside from his back. “C-Can I sleep here?”
"Cain' really tell ya no...can I?" {/Of course she can't. He's already seen that she's home. There's absolutely no time to properly make up an excuse. Besides, not when he gives her such a hope filled smile like that. It actually made her feel bad enough, to where as she stepped to the side to allow him the room to walk in. He knew the drill. He had to take a bath, and eat at least one thing per day he stayed so he wouldn't faint on her.}
"C'mon in, Sevby. Go take yer bath an' stuff. I'll make a palle' fer ya down here."
