"You have to sleep now," Eiravyne said firmly, her hands cupping both of his cheeks.
Before Urag could even open his mouth to protest, the subtle pull of her power hit him.
His hands gave way first, then his torso, and in one sudden, unsteady motion, he tumbled backward, landing sprawled across the mattress with a soft thud.
For a heartbeat, he twitched, eyes fluttering, trying to protest, but the the insistence of her will left him powerless.
His body finally relaxed entirely, limbs splayed just enough to look impossibly vulnerable..
His head lolled to one side, snow-white hair brushing the sheets, purple eyes half-shut, lips parting in a faint, incredulous sigh.
Then they closed fully, and the tension in his shoulders and chest dissolved.
He was gone, utterly surrendered to sleep.
Eiravyne leaned over him, settling carefully on top of his sprawled form, just enough to feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath her.
