It's late, I'm tired, but I can't sleep. Can I stay in your room tonight, please? -- Anon Guest
Was there a worse condition for an Adventurer than to be a chronic overthinker? Ironically, Humility couldn't think of one. His mind was racing in circles regarding their most recent fuckup and how close they'd come to becoming some other Adventuring party's grim discovery.
At least they holed up in a nice inn to recover.
Humility was used to the gang-wide cuddle pile. Something he had grown up doing with fellow Hellkin on the run from prejudice. What they ended up calling a tangle-trail family. He had never slept in a bed before, and trying was awkward with his horns and all. He was terrified of ripping the pillow. Combined with the terrors they had just survived, Humility could not sleep.
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