Something Amayian needs to hear, coming from Faeven: It's okay to rest. You are safe now. If you don't know how to, I can show you.
*Faeven slowly brushes her fingertips through his hair and lets his head rest in her lap*
If he falls asleep, that's okay.
Honestly, just by brushing his hair can get Amayian to be sleepy. He might protest a little, but as he takes in Faeven's scent, her warmth, and staring up at her, her hair cloaking his vison in a curtain of black, Amayian thinks he can do it. It will be difficult to do so, but for her he will try.