Celehar didn't sleep, after - rest may not be the right word for it either, nor meditation, but stillness, at least. He spent a good while being still, after stepping onto the bank.
It's only after some time in the light that he pries himself to his aching feet, finally working his way past the bank of the river and observing the others around. Those who did not follow the Ferryman's light are a concern, but still feeling the echoes of the journey...
At first he leaves Sunny to himself, estimating that the boy may appreciate the quiet, but when he opens the notebook at long last and, past the pages of back-and-forth, sees the drawings there, he finally closes it again and makes a slow approach. The shoreline is difficult to avoid making sound on, and Celehar isn't trying to hide his presence as he angles himself not to come in on Sunny's blind spot. "May I join you?" he asks, quiet and gravelly as always.
no subject
It's only after some time in the light that he pries himself to his aching feet, finally working his way past the bank of the river and observing the others around. Those who did not follow the Ferryman's light are a concern, but still feeling the echoes of the journey...
At first he leaves Sunny to himself, estimating that the boy may appreciate the quiet, but when he opens the notebook at long last and, past the pages of back-and-forth, sees the drawings there, he finally closes it again and makes a slow approach. The shoreline is difficult to avoid making sound on, and Celehar isn't trying to hide his presence as he angles himself not to come in on Sunny's blind spot. "May I join you?" he asks, quiet and gravelly as always.