Léan groaned, sounding sour. "I don't feel like talking right now," he protested, rather wearily. "Perhaps another time, when I have backup, as well."

"I know I don't count as backup," Glory said, "especially not like this. But I do think you should talk to them..."

Léan was bristling. He said nothing more on the topic, and simply glanced around, looking for a place to rest for a while. When it came to anything about his father, he was understandably reluctant. Both he and Archie alike were terrified of Betelgeuse...intensely terrified. And there was nearly no way to get around that fear, most of the time.

Glory didn't say anything else on the matter. It was clear that the subject was closed.

Léan, after a few moments of silence, cleared his throat. "...Shall we find somewhere to rest, then? There looks to be a quiet alcove over there..." He nodded towards an errant patch of bluish seaweed.

"Alright," Glory replied. "I'll follow you." She wanted to snuggle in with him, and she would take what she could get.

Léan's tail flicked back and forth, his good cheer instantly revived. He led the way over to the small alcove of bluish seaweed and settled down in a small clearing, so that they were surrounded by the blue plants.

Glory followed him, and settled down in the clearing next to him. She snuggled close to him, tucking herself under one of his arms.

"Can we stay like this for a while?" she murmured after a moment.

Léan's tail flicked back and forth slowly, but it wasn't as rigid as it usually was--it probably meant he was very much relaxed at the moment. "I suppose we can."

((Bed-time for me. Night!))

Glory rested her head on his shoulder.

"I don't mean to be so clingy all of a sudden..." One of the nightmares she'd had was still bothering her, and it still frightened her a bit.

Léan grunted. His eyes were closed already. "I don't mind, so long as you aren't clingy like Arcturus is. That's the only clinging I dislike..."

Glory stayed cuddled close to him. Her nightmare still unsettled her a bit, but as long as he didn't push her away again, she'd be alright. One of her hands went to rest on her stomach softly.

Léan didn't move. He stayed put where he was, intent on getting some rest and ignoring the rest of the world. For some reason, he wanted to be away from anyone that wasn't her--that was fine, for now. He was probably just cranky.

Glory did her best not to disturb him. She was enjoying the quiet, as well, and she didn't want to ruin it.

Léan soon nodded off to sleep, unable to stay awake. For the first time in a while, he ended up singing, softly, while he slept. He always had a nice voice, even when he was asleep.

Glory ended up drifting off to sleep herself. His singing didn't bother her at all, and she didn't have the heart to wake him when they'd gotten so little sleep the night before.

Léan's singing, thankfully, didn't attract unwanted attention. There weren't any boats in the area, and no humans close enough to hear how softly he was singing.

Glory wasn't in the habit of singing in her sleep, since she was such a deep sleeper to begin with, and his singing didn't wake her up. It was probably a good thing, though, since she needed more sleep than normal.

Léan slept for a few hours--he'd needed the sleep. When he woke up, he had little desire to move, though his stomach was complaining about his laziness--it was demanding food.

Glory slept longer than he did, though she was bound to be hungry when she woke up, as well. She was trying to provide for the twins as well as herself, after all.

Léan beat his stomach down, and lazily waited for her to wake up. Once she did, he would suggest going out to get some food. He would do the hunting for her.

Glory gradually woke up snuggled next to him. The nap worked wonders on her mood, and she was nearly back to her old self.

Léan greeted her with a bored purr. "My stomach is bothering me. Shall we fetch some food?" he suggested, idly.

Glory was about to answer when her stomach complained loudly about being empty. She blushed slightly and grinned.

"I think that answers that question," she replied.

"Indeed." Léan slowly rose from their resting place and sniffed the water for a moment. He drifted off towards the left in search of the large crabs he smelled.