Emcee nods and settles in beside him, folding his arms around him in an embrace that he won't break anytime soon.

George has been hovering discreetly around the corner, sad and concerned. When Emcee catches sight of him, he floats forward, and eventually lands on one of the pillows near Sinric's head. He begins to emit a soft hum, like white noise, to help Sinric focus and sleep. He'd done that many times for Emcee.

Emcee kisses Sinric's temple.

"Thank you, Sinric," he whispers against his skin. "You have given me so much more hope than I had before."

His efforts won't be in vain.