Léan blinked a few more times, and then sleepily returned the hug. "You don't need to apologize," he replied, quietly. He wasn't tired anymore, it seemed.

Emy didn't let go. "Yes, I do. I made you irritated and angry with me....I hate that I did that..." She really did, it ate at her whenever she did that to anyone she cared so much about.

Léan wasn't used to contact. Especially not from women--he had not had a female influence in his life growing up. "I don't like drama. I stay away from it," he muttered, pointedly. "I don't fight unless it's worth it to fight. So, yes. I was irritated. But not angry. I'm all right, now."

Emy stayed as she was for a moment, then slowly pulled back so she could look in his eyes. Then sort of stared at him for a moment, an emotion strange to her welling up inside her. She didn't like what it wanted her to do, because she didn't want him to react badly. She forced herself to let him go and she looked away from him slightly. "You didn't have to sleep on the floor..." She was trying to surpress the emotion, but it fought to overflow.

Léan arched an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly to the left. "...? You look upset. Tell me what is troubling you," he persisted, softly. He didn't want her to be so upset.

Emy just stared at him again, this time not being able to look away. Her feelings were clear in her eyes, but she was a little afraid to say how she felt. Worried he wouldn't feel the same. She was in love with him....but she just was too scared to say it.

Léan never, ever expressed love to people. Not even to his own brother. So, he recognized the restrained look in her eyes--he did love his brother...so he'd had that look many times, when he was with him.

"Give me time," he responded, quietly. "I do not know how I feel. I need time to figure it out."

Emy just nodded slightly. She didn't have anything to say that would make it any better. She didn't think she would get the same thing that she felt from him....but she couldn't deny him time to figure it out. She kissed his cheek softly and smiled slightly at him. "If you're still tired...you don't have to sleep on the floor."

Léan's tail...wagged, almost. He lifted himself off of the floor and swam over to the bed, curling up on the free side. He would rest for a while longer, but he wouldn't sleep.

Emy just couldn't help but smile a little more at his reaction. She slowly came back to the bed and laid on the other side.

Léan was curled up slightly, resting comfortably in the bed. It was a nice change from the floor and felt better on his tail. He snuggled into the soft blankets.

Emy was glad that he was happier up on the bed, though she still felt a little guilty. She curled up slightly and closed her eyes. Soon drifting off to sleep again.

Léan drifted off, as well. He woke up about an hour later, feeling fully refreshed and ready to get going. He sat up and stretched, yawning softly.

Emy felt him move when he woke, but wasn't really ready to wake up just yet. She slept with her hair sort of wrapped around her neck a little, face much more peaceful than before. She seemed to be liking where she was.

Léan didn't disturb her. Instead, he began to murmur to himself, plotting out a possible route to the Bering Sea in his head.

Emy did wake about a half hour later. She smiled a little as she stretched. Looking over at him, she tilted her head slightly. "Umm...you ok?"

"I'm trying to plot a course to the Bering Sea in my head," Léan admitted, sheepishly. "It is not going well..." He sighed, tail flicking back and forth slightly beneath the blankets.

Emy smiled softly at him. "Maybe I could help?"

"Sure." Léan began to explain what he'd come up with already, with his limited knowledge of the rivers of the United States. He hoped she would help.

Emy nodded slightly and smiled a little more. She was happy that he was letting her help. She thought for a moment on a path he spoke of, then shook her head slightly. "There are two ways to go through the States without having to cross land to get to the next river. But, you'll have to go through some streams that I know of. Lots of catfish." She grinned.

Léan made a face. Catfish were delicious. But, they were nasty and did not like merpeople. Especially the freshwater ones. "I can deal with that, as long as I have a weapon. They do not like my merpeople."

Emy blinked slightly at his face. "Catfish? They're violent? Hmm...they aren't all that violent to humans....but you'd know more about it than I would." She smiled a little.

"Catfish are quite intelligent. They don't like us. They think we're going to eat them every time we see them. The freshwater ones are even worse. They can sense the same thing, but they also rarely see us..." Léan reminded her, amused. "We do need weapons, of course."

Emy looked slightly nervous when he mentioned weapons. "I have to use one, huh?" She knew she'd have to learn how to use one...which she didn't really know if she could do fast enough.

"Spears and tritons are the main weapons we use, here. Along with knives and daggers. We do not have weapons like you humans do." Léan paused. "A select few of us can use some form of magic. I can just barely use some ice magic, but that's it..."