"But if it's pretty enough they're in more debt every time they open their eyes, see."

"Oh."

"I'm not worried about you. I just don't like it there."

Nodnod.

He turns away and lies down and - either falls asleep very quickly or pretends to.

- okay.

She was going to ask if he wanted to sleep in the same place tonight, but that's probably a no.

She takes her children on a walk and feeds them dinner and tells them a story and tucks them into their moss beds.

...she'll just sleep in a different patch of moss, then, that's fine.

He wakes up a little bit later, goes to drink dew off a leaf, paces for a long time for no real reason. 

At some point the baby wakes up and cries for more food, and so Catherine wakes up to feed her.

He is up and at the edge of the tree, looking down into the fairy circle. He looks over at her and comes back.

She breastfeeds her baby and sings.

It seems kind of rude to ask whether all fairies deal with being sad by taking naps with no warning, or whether that's just him, so she doesn't.

He sits down nearby and listens.

She kinda feels like she should say something to him, but she can't actually think of anything and isn't sure whether she said something wrong, before, so she just keeps singing until Ragna falls asleep, and then lies her back down and - sits in the moss, even though she's pretty sure she hasn't finished sleeping herself. It's kind of hard to tell, without day-night cycles, but she feels like she probably hasn't.

"Sorry."

"For what?"

...shrug?

"I'm not upset, or anything. I just worry a little bit that I've upset you, somehow, if you break off in the middle conversation without - saying anything."

"If you're upset 's better not to say things usually. But I think people who are - around people a lot - get better at it, somehow, or something."

Nod.

"I think I haven't gotten enough sleep yet. But you could stay over here. If you wanted."

"Oh. Sure." 

He sits down next to her.

"...the snuggling was nice. Before."

"That does, for what it's worth, count as asking," he says, and wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer.

"Not trying not to ask," she says, sleepily. "Just hard to say things about it."

Snuggling is very nice. She feels warm and safe and she doesn't think she cares how much it costs. 

She sleeps.

Humans are very odd. Hopefully they get less confusing in some amount of time...less than the amount of time it takes them to abruptly die for no reason.