["Sleep," he'd urged the fraught look in the boy's eyes, hand outstretched and winding with a desperate twinge of magic. "You'll be safe, here."
To his unending gratitude, the battle begins to wind down before Five wakes. The incessant shrieks of undeath come fewer and further between as the tide ebbs. It's still possible he'll need to address additional injuries, but for the moment, Eleven breathes a sigh and allows himself to settle on the floor beside the desk he'd stashed Five's sleeping form beneath.
It's impossible to know what will happen when the spell wears off, but the least he can do is provide him with some measure of assurance when it does.]
post-siege
To his unending gratitude, the battle begins to wind down before Five wakes. The incessant shrieks of undeath come fewer and further between as the tide ebbs. It's still possible he'll need to address additional injuries, but for the moment, Eleven breathes a sigh and allows himself to settle on the floor beside the desk he'd stashed Five's sleeping form beneath.
It's impossible to know what will happen when the spell wears off, but the least he can do is provide him with some measure of assurance when it does.]