[Ludovico]

It made Niaz laugh even more to watch the boy cup himself and fall. He needed sleep well now he would get it. Though it was strange the boy did not disappear from Niaz's realm even though he was no longer conscious. He kneel next to Yuki, brushing a bit of hair away from his face. With a heavy sigh he found himself removing the boys hold on his privates and wrapped that arm around his neck. It was a little to easy to lift him and cradle him in his arms.

As he walked back into the ruins the world changed upon Niaz will. They were now in a room that appeared to be an Indian harem full of drapes, incense, and giant lush soft pillows. Unlike a harem Niaz preferred his world in monochromatic silk and the particular smell of roses. He put the boy down on his favorite pillow, tucking him into a blanket before folding his feet under his legs and sitting beside Yuki. He looked at his hand watching it glow the only healing magic he had ever bothered to learn. Niaz laid his hand over Yuki's privates. “Sweet Dreams Yuki.” He said as he idly traced Henna designs into Yuki's arm using his free hand.