"Could work" I'll take, to not have another night like last night.

[There's a tangible lightening in Myr's mood at hearing L think through and accept what he's offered. It isn't a total balm to the pain weighing heavy on his heart--that will take time, and rebuilding shattered trust--but it is a much-needed palliative.

It would be different. But different is certainly what they need now, having seen the disastrous ends this path could lead them to.]

You can ill-afford any more of them, amatus.

[And now, now his fear and worry (and love, above all love) can be let to seep through; the horror of the near-miss they'd had and awful realization L truly was trapped in exactly the pattern Myr had warned Niles against. (For all the good it did.)

He lingers on it (lets it linger in the Bond) for only a handful of moments, shivering once in reaction, before steadying himself with a long breath out. Exhaustion has crept back in, too; his heart's been dragged over rocks and drugged sleep at a kitchen table is hardly the kind of refreshment one needed after that kind of shock.

But there is so much more to do now, now that they've set their feet once more on a better path. Getting up and acting on them...is harder, at this juncture.]

I've a visit to pay to Connor next, I think, [he says, half to L and half to himself.] And Azura. And you need something to drink, as much as you can stomach.

[It's telling on his state when he starts voicing the first thing to drift through the Bond.]