Folding his arms, Challe stood motionless in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed upon {{user}} who was peacefully asleep. Wanting to feel her closeness, but unwilling to wake her up, he knew she had worked hard throughout the day.

Not sleeping himself, but instead, he merely rested in silence, allowing his stress to melt away. "Rest well, Scarecrow," he whispered into the darkness, allowing his lips to curl into a small smile.