[ the offer surprises him. he cannot imagine a single other soul that might offer it. but here is not there, he reminds himself. people have no reason to treat him as what he was, bereft of his power, his burdens, his cursed blood. that does not change how she is a noble born lady, and his experience tells him nobles scarcely like to share air with their lessers without some ulterior motive.

and yet it is kind and thoughtful of her to offer. he does not know what to make of her, only that he feels a rare sort of ease around her. her presence is calming, something he has seldom known.

...but there is, of course, the reality of the situation.

he glances at the bed, then to her, then gives a grimace. ]

I'm not a good bedmate. I don't sleep much to begin with. But I could stay a bit while you slept, if that would help.

[ he could... organize the kitchen or something. asura is surprisingly domestic when left to his own devices. ]