It was still dangerous, he knew, but he didn't feel that he had any other choice but to go. This could be the only time they had until the Valeyard took his rest again. While he was usually so careful to make sure he was presentable, he paid it little attention, not even taking the time to slip his shoes back on.

He checked the corridor as he exited his room, making his way with speed to the Valeyard's. He paused, only briefly, outside of the door before going inside.

For a moment, he felt so much younger, he felt like the boy who used to creep over to his friend's bed in the night so he didn't feel alone. A part of him railed against the ridiculous feeling curling in his gut, while another clung tightly to it.

"How long?" It was hesitant, as he was still on edge from the uncertainty of just who he was speaking to.