[Ajax finds himself unconsciously pressing his cheeks into her palms, his eyes closing with the comfort from the warmth of her hands and the knowledge that he'd been asleep for almost a day. He's not surprised, choosing to let her thumbs soften his expression, opening his eyes again to reveal something more calm and at ease rather than sad.]

Is it possible for your own soul to be exhausted?

[His hand comes up to lay atop of one of her own. If it weren't for her, he'd surely be...

Ajax breathes out another heavy sigh, pushing that thought away.]

I'm not really sure what happened. I can still feel him, but I noticed it's harder to sense him...

[And he doesn't know why. That will bother him in the days to come, until he's been able to fully rest.]

...Anyway, you might be right. You look exhausted too. Perhaps we both need some rest.

[But instead of asking her leave to let him sleep, he playfully wraps his arms around her middle, his eyes asking her to stay with him even longer.]