"Everyone's fine," Tannusen picked up the glass and put it back on the table, and then sat on the edge of Trahearne's bed. "You wanna talk about it?"

He wouldn't be offended if the sylvari said 'no', but he understood the value in having someone ask. Someone who actually wanted to know, anyway. Words that refused to move otherwise could be dislodged by such a simple thing.

Even if the sylvari said no to talking, he intended to stay long enough to make it all less... immediate. Yes, this was familiar territory. Neither Isaac nor Tannusen had ever slept easily, waking each other up had been a normal part of life.