Sage consultations (Moore, 86 days left)

[Nephrite]

"What is your opinion on all of that? Between the two of us." Moore asks, as he takes a sip of his tea and a cracker. "The entropy, all of that. Does it worry you?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Elena says, "I worry about a lot of things, including you going to bed," Elena says, "You really do look terrible, Moore."

[Nephrite]

He takes in a breath. "All right, all right. I won't worry you any further." He smiles. "We'll talk more tomorrow, all right?"

[Anastasia]

"Rest well," Elena says, vanishing.

You smother a yawn and a desire to stretch as you rise. Sleep sounds wonderful now. It's not that she'll see tomorrow, it is that she'll see too many tomorrows.

[Nephrite]

That really must get tiring...

Just like not being able to sleep. He finishes off his tea and will flutter, a little bit wibbly-wobbly, back to his room.

[Anastasia]

As deeply fatigued as you are, getting back to you room is a luxury. Less of a luxury is that Lady Skye awaits you outside of you room.

[Nephrite]

"Oh, Lady Skye." Moore says with a bit of exhausted surprise. The type that's much harder to hide with his usual charm and charisma. "Is everything all right? It is unlike you to need to speak to me at such an hour."

[Anastasia]

"Her Majesty heard you were unwell and of today's incident," Lady Skye says coolly, "She wishes to express that the Court and herself are available."

[Nephrite]

"Please tell Her Majesty that I..." He covers his mouth with a hand to yawn into it. "...Excuse me. Please let her know that I..." He blinks, wearily. "...You did not come all this way for me to turn you or her down." He yawns into his hand again. "Though I fear I will offer little more than to be an embarrassment in my current state."

[Anastasia]

"You are correct," Lady Skye's voice is crisp and cute at the same time, "I would be wise for me to tell Her Majesty that you were indisposed."

[Nephrite]

"I will come ask to see if she has time to see me in the morning, then." Moore says, offering a small and tired smile. "If that is acceptable."

[Anastasia]

"It is," Lady Sky concurs, "Rest."

[Nephrite]

Moore offers her a bit of a wobbly bow before he retires to his room to try and sleep. Again.

[Anastasia]

You lie down and close your eyes, sleep coming quickly.

Look up.

[Nephrite]

Not this again...

Is he... dreaming? Can he even...

In whatever state he's in, he tries to look up. Or is this metaphorical? Really, he's asking way too many questions to be awake...