[ Realistically speaking, Dokja's right. He should go back to bed. It's late, and the Blight has taking its toll on everyone, Shardbearers included, which means he's more worn-out than he usually is, body and mind both hanging on by a thin thread.
Unfortunately for Dokja, Eustace has always been terrible at following directions when they don't appeal to him, and right now he's far more worried about Dokja's well-being than his own. Instead of turning back around and going back to bed, he stays right where he is, one hand holding his makeshift blanket cape over his shoulders while the other wraps loosely around his torso. A normal person would probably go take a seat at the foot of the couch or at least a nearby chair, but instead he opts to be the weirdo he is and remain standing several feet away. ]
Are you still worried about what happened? In your dream.
[ Reassure him that everything's fine and then maybe he'll go back to sleep. ]
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Unfortunately for Dokja, Eustace has always been terrible at following directions when they don't appeal to him, and right now he's far more worried about Dokja's well-being than his own. Instead of turning back around and going back to bed, he stays right where he is, one hand holding his makeshift blanket cape over his shoulders while the other wraps loosely around his torso. A normal person would probably go take a seat at the foot of the couch or at least a nearby chair, but instead he opts to be the weirdo he is and remain standing several feet away. ]
Are you still worried about what happened? In your dream.
[ Reassure him that everything's fine and then maybe he'll go back to sleep. ]