[ While Rune speaks, He Ming pays attention, even if he's beginning to blink drowsily. If he says that magic is unrelated to fate, it must be. He Ming just doesn't understand it. He doesn't even understand his own "magic". Making a sound of acknowledgment, he raises his arms once more to hang onto Rune's shoulders until he moves completely out of his grasp. ]

Good. [ Simple as that. He Ming stays where he is while Rune goes to clean up. He Ming traces the lines of Rune's body with his eyes as he moves, humming softly to himself in the comfortable warmth left behind. After Rune returns, he tries to be helpful by moving his limbs just enough to let the dress be removed. ] Get me a wet towel? Then we can get some sleep.

[ He wants Rune with him for that, of course. ]

Then let's find some time to go to that place you talked about. Away from here.