❝When’s the last time you slept?❞ for hanin
“When’s the last time you slept?”
Hanin just shook his head - hardly a response - and continued staring into the smouldering fire. The frown anointing Anacrea’s brow deepened. She moved closer.
“Hanin. Enough. You will be of no use to anyone like this. You know that.”
The radiant heat of the blackened wood barely even reached them. It might be nearing dawn, but the night’s chill still hung in the air. Ana folded her arms across her chest as a shield against it. To think, he had been out there all night…
“What difference does it make.” His response wasn’t a true question. Not when delivered so flatly. “They’re gone. I wasn’t with them, and now…”
It took everything Ana had not to give a frustrated sigh. “You were bedridden. And still should be, in my opinion.” She gave him a detached once-over, noting the curve of his spine, the heaviness of his eyelids. “You can’t expect the Inquisiton to leave an entire squad sidelined because their Captain is indisposed. It’s not practical.”
“Fuck practical.” The words were barely audible. His fingers curled in towards his palm, but it was nothing even close to forming a fist. He didn’t seem to have the strength for it. “I should have been with them.”