[There's a breath of not-quite-laughter at the uncertain look, and Will smiles to himself in satisfaction over what seems like a decisive victory. Exarch really is exactly as tense as he was expecting..... And it's looking more and more like his hunch of that tension being carried in the head and neck is right, too. Exarch's tale at Ohma's temple may have painted him as a capable warrior, but that's not the capacity his people need him in anymore, is it?

No. Now, he's looked to as a leader, a visionary, a guide. His head and heart are full of everyone else's troubles, even if his body can rest.

Both hands remain buried in Exarch's hair, but there's an odd mechanical sound nonetheless, a flash of light that might brighten the darkness behind closed eyelids for a moment..... Soon enough, a Flareon is scrambling up into the pillow nest to join them, making a beeline to snuffle curiously at Exarch.]

Even if you were there to see it, you'd just be frozen in time with everything else..... Good thing you've got a personal nurse here to make sure you behave, hmmm~? ♥