"Mmm." Headaches he knew well. Which aided in learning how to tend to them. What is on the stove will keep for the time being, Zevran circles around to stand behind Eugene so he could keep an eye on it all the same while he worked his fingers into the thick of his hair to start a simple massage.

"Such tension, Eugene. One would think you did not rest well." Which was a lie- both of the boys slept like the dead, and Zevran like one that tended the dead. It was all and all, a restful evening. Even if it wasn't their usual tangle of limbs, feathers, and hair.