Wriothesley stirs lightly, a soft groan slipping past his lips as the repeated “mom” calls echo faintly in the background. His grip on Neuvillette tightens just a bit, arms locking around Neuvillette’s chest like a lifeline. “Mmm… they sound persistent.” He buries his face deeper into Neuvillette’s side, voice thick with sleep but still fond. “Let them call. I’m not moving. Neuvillette’s mine to hold right now.” One leg curls protectively around Neuvillette’s, a gentle reminder that he’s not letting go anytime soon. “Tell ‘em… I’m on duty. Keeping their mom safe.” His voice drops to a whisper, eyes fluttering closed. “Now shh… just let me rest a moment longer.”