[While Temenos's eyes are closed, he'll feel Beelzebub shift closer with a gentle, brushing press of his lips, warm against the cleric's cheekbone as his voice stays low, the worry subtle in his voice but evident on his face.]
It's no good to think on a mind that's hungry for sleep.
[There's a pause, as he looks back and forth down either side of the surf, before gently pulling Temenos by the forearms to guide him in the direction of some of the beach chairs.]
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It's no good to think on a mind that's hungry for sleep.
[There's a pause, as he looks back and forth down either side of the surf, before gently pulling Temenos by the forearms to guide him in the direction of some of the beach chairs.]
Come on. Follow me.