When Erwan left, Hayden gave in to his emotions, curling in on himself, around Liyiaths head, taking comfort in his dragon's presence. He got a fair bit of time on his own, crying himself out. When he heard someone approaching, he lifted his head, flushing and ducking it again when he spotted Chance. He wiped at his face, drying the lingering tears, eyes red and cheeks damp. He was ashamed to be caught in such a state.

Nodding slightly, Hayden stiffened when Chance sat next to him. He could feel Liyiath tensing, too, reacting to Haydens behaviour and emotions. Holding still a moment, he contemplated moving away, though eventually his need for comfort and contact won out, and he found himself leaning into the rebel male. He knew, somehow, that Chance wouldn't mind. "... I haven't eaten yet, if that's why you've come to check on me... the thought of food makes me feel ill..." He said softly after a few moments of silence.