That was absolutely a sniffle. Serph's expression softens.
He can't quite identify the emotion John's feeling, whether it's the same feeling that had Argilla crying in his arms or something else. Unlike his demon, whose instincts and form he slipped in and out of so easily from the beginning, his grasp of feelings seems so nascent, so distant that he always feels like he's stretching out his arms through a tower's window to catch a fast-falling object with his hands. All he knows is John's overwhelmed with some kind of emotion.
But John had seemed to take comfort in the touch of his wings in the same kind of way that hugging the others had helped. So... Serph doesn't say good night in return, instead draping his closest arm over John, the limb much more solid than the lighter touch of his wings before closing his eyes once more.
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He can't quite identify the emotion John's feeling, whether it's the same feeling that had Argilla crying in his arms or something else. Unlike his demon, whose instincts and form he slipped in and out of so easily from the beginning, his grasp of feelings seems so nascent, so distant that he always feels like he's stretching out his arms through a tower's window to catch a fast-falling object with his hands. All he knows is John's overwhelmed with some kind of emotion.
But John had seemed to take comfort in the touch of his wings in the same kind of way that hugging the others had helped. So... Serph doesn't say good night in return, instead draping his closest arm over John, the limb much more solid than the lighter touch of his wings before closing his eyes once more.