That night, Deek went to bed early, taking the guest room across from Ezra's. And Oberyn found himself in the strange situation where he didn't quite know where to go.
He lingered outside Ezra's room as the human got ready for bed. The Nephilim watched in quiet contemplation, his arms folded loosely over his chest, fingers grazing the fabric of the oversized tunic he'd borrowed.
"What's the matter?" Ezra asked as he finished his nightly routine. He sat on the edge of his bed, his violet eyes catching a glint of light, shimmering softly in the night.
"I…" Oberyn fumbled, unsure of what to say.
"You haven't picked out a room yet?" Ezra smiled. "The one right above me is really nice, it's got a private shower and everything. If Rav hasn't given you one yet, I recommend taking that one!"
"Y-yeah, that would be nice," Oberyn murmured, his voice trailing off. He curled into himself slightly, arms tightening around his torso.
Vulnerable.
