“You can sleep when you’re dead, eh?” she quipped, only to blanch the moment the words left her. Lips pulled into a grimace and she held up both hands placatingly between them. “Wait, no, do not tell her I said that.”
Venting the tension with a sharp exhale, she jerked her head slightly, turned, and began to walk. With no destination in mind, she ensured that her steps were slow and ambling enough that if her companion wished to go a certain way she could easily adjust her pathing to match him. After several moments of calm silence had passed and she found herself wanting to break the dead air around them, she voiced the first question that surfaced.
“So is it a more recent issue, or something you’ve been dealing with a while?” Her words were tentative, her body language even moreso. She was almost compelled to hold her breath once the inquiry left her but she refrained. Great care was taken to keep her expression placid, though in the darkness her eyes glinted as they shifted to watch him from her peripheral, watchful for too negative a reaction.
Belatedly she realized it was such a vague topic switch that perhaps he wouldn’t pick up on what she was referring to, but she imagined he might. There had been an edge of carefulness when he’d mentioned being unable to sleep and, while she was exceptionally curious as to why, she was also aware that prying too far could prove to be a detriment to their growing friendship. If he showed an unwillingness to share, she would back off gladly and without question – something she hoped was communicated in how ambiguously open-ended she had left the question.