Azwel peels himself from the sofa. "I'm glad we're of the same mind," he murmurs. "I sleep so well with you near."

He pauses to push his shoes off with one foot and then the other, wobbling only a little as he does so. He doesn't bother with the rest of his clothes, though. He just makes his way to the bed and drops himself onto it. However, he waits for her to join him, and slips his arms around her when she does.