Log Date: 6/13/96
Log Cast:
	Kevlan Sharr, Singer
	Kaylin, Meditech
	Bernadette Sharr, Singer
Log Intro:
	Kevlan Sharr has been growing increasingly worried about his
wife Bernadette; plagued by ever-worsening nightmares, Bernadette has
been keeping _him_ awake at night as well, to the point that Galahad
has been on the edge of exhaustion almost as constantly as she and has
rested only when his symbiont has taken over and made him do it.
	Now, the Sharrs are arranging to go on a vacation to Maxim's
Planet; there, Kevlan hopes, whatever it is plaguing his beloved will
ease, but he remains worried, for she has been clinging to his presence
and constantly checking the locks of their suite. But Bernadette has
also made Kevlan promise to tell no one of her restlessness, and for
a time, Kevlan has stuck with his promise.
	Till now. Ater a brief encounter with Kesya in the Hangar Kevlan 
gets up the courage to go find a meditech to talk to about Bernadette's
problem... and eventually, he is directed up to where Kaylin is in
her suite....

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Outside Kaylin's Nest, Kevlan buzzes your door..

From Kaylin's Study, Kaylin calls out "Please, come in.".

The door slides open, and you step inside.

Kaylin's Study(#5848RAU$)
As you enter you notice the quiet elegance of the room. Muted colors of 
  polished cherry and oak combine with quiet reds, blues and golds to create a 
  soothing, relaxed atmosphere. Except for the fireplace wall, the entire room 
  is lined with bookshelves containing books, objects of special meaning to 
  the Kay, and a very elaborate computer terminal.
        Two large leather chairs are pulled up before the fireplace hearth, 
  with a table between them. To one side of the fireplace is a long, 
  deepseated leather couch with pillows scattered on it. On the other is a 
  rack containing Japenese swords and armor with awards and honors displayed 
  around them. 
Contents:
Kaylin
LectureNotes
Obvious exits:
Out  Nest  

Kaylin stands from a chair by the fire and smiles "Why Kevlan, its been a very 
  long time."
Kaylin smiles gently "Come join me, can I get you some tea?"

The door slides aside to reveal the tall lanky figure of Kevlan Sharr, who 
  peeks in uncertainly. "Howdy, ma'am," he begins, smiling in that shy way of 
  his, though his blue troubled gaze suggests this isn't just a social call. 
  "That'd be awful nice, thankee..."
Kevlan inches into the room, shuffling his booted feet. "Ah hope Ah ain't 
  disturbin'?"

Kaylin smiles again and goes to a side table and pours a nice big mug of her 
  favorite Earl Grey Tea. She turns "No, you surely aren't. I was just 
  relaxing before my shift. I've got an hour or two yet."
Kaylin walks over and hands you the mug and gestures to the other comfortable 
  chair.
Kaylin says "Can I get you sugar or milk?""

Kevlan bobs his head slowly, as he settles down into the seat in question, 
  wrapping his big hands around the mug. "Thankee," he drawls, politely.

Kaylin curls her feet under her in the other chair. "What can I do for you? I 
  sense you just didn't drop by for a social call."

"Well..." After he accepts the offered condiments -- loading a fair amount of 
  sugar into the tea, but hen, he's a Singer, and his metabolism doubtless can 
  handle it -- Kevlan peers at you unsurely. "It's like this, ma'am... Ah-Ah, 
  uh, 'membahed you he'ped out Tamber a while back, y'know.... an' Ah-Ah kinda 
  need some he'p, too... an' Ah cain't find Miz Nadine, or Nathan, they both 
  been awful busy..."

Kaylin nods "Yes, they've both been scarce. And I'm glad I could help Tamber. 
  Tell me what's on your mind."

Kevlan swallows hard, and begins awkwardly, "Well... it's... tough, ma'am... 
  'cause Ah-Ah kinda promised Ah wouldn't tell nobody, see? But..."

Kaylin smiles softly "This is under professional seal. It won't go any further 
  unless you ask me to do something with what you tell me."

Kevlan's blue eyes turn liquid -- clearly, this is an extremely troubling 
  problem, for the Singer's expressive face is broadcasting several kinds of 
  worry. Close observation shows lines of strain, and dark hollows, around 
  those blue eyes. Has Kevlan been sleeping?
Kevlan nods, gulping at the tea. "Well..." His voice turns ragged. "It's 
  Berni, ma'am..."

Kaylin nods quietly sipping her tea.

"She ain't... been sleepin' too good. Been havin' dreams, yellin', cryin', an' 
  carryin' on ever' night..." Kevlan pauses on the tea, chewing on his lip 
  instead. "An'.... she don't recollect nothin' when Ah wake 'er up."

Kaylin nods "Ummm, how long has this been going on?"

Kevlan mumbles abashedly, "Months now, ma'am..."

Kaylin sighs softly "Has it gotten steadily worse or did they just start full 
  blown and keep going?"

Giving you a look something akin to a puppy hoping you'll pull a thorn out of 
  his paw, Kevlan stammers, "Gittin' worse, ma'am... it jes'... it jes' kinda 
  started out with 'er kickin' at me an' sech, in 'er sleep... tossin' a 
  little, like th' mattress was lumpy, y'know?"

Kaylin nods "I see. As she sleeps less and gets more exhausted the dream 
  intensifies. And she can tell you nothing about it when she wakes?"
Kaylin thinks, sipping her tea, "Kevlan, can you think of anything that might 
  have happened to start this dream?"

Kevlan brightens, just a bit, his voice gaining a measure of steadiness as he 
  senses you're understanding what he's trying to relay. "She started gittin' 
  real fretful 'bout goin' t' sleep, ma'am... she don't hardly sleep 'tall 
  now, 'less we work till we drop inna Ranges... an-an' she keeps sayin' she's 
  okay, 'cept she's lookin' scareder an' scareder ever' time she wakes up!"
Kevlan blinkblinks, at the question, his brow crinkling. "Ah been rackin' mah 
  brains on it, ma'am... but... well, life's jes' been kinda th' same evah 
  since we come back from Estenar an' it weren't till after that that she was 
  dreamin'."
Kevlan finishes, blushing, "Ah cain't sleep too good now neither, on account 
  of Ah been tryin' t', uh, keep an eye on 'er an' all."

Kaylin nods "Dreams can really seem real. The more we dwell on them the more 
  real they become." She smiles "Of course, you love her and I'm sure you are 
  very worried."
Kaylin says softly "Let me ask you some questions to see if any of them give 
  you and idea of something she might have said or done."

Kevlan nods rapidly, eyes a bit teary. "Yes'm," he says earnestly. "Anythin' 
  Ah c'n tell to he'p..."

Kaylin asks "When she wakes up, is she looking for someone, other than you?"
Kaylin says "As if there were another person in the room?"

Kevlan considers this, with the kind of methodical slowness that occasionally 
  makes older Singers make rude remarks about his intelligence, but his face 
  shows complete certainty when he finally says, "She jes'... looks real 
  fearful when she wakes up." His chin rises, then, suddenly, as he lifts his 
  haed a little. "But she been doin' a lot o' checkin' th' doors, like she was 
  scared somebody was gonna git int' our rooms...!"

Kaylin nods "Well, that means she is not dreaming of you hurting her or 
  anything like that. Does she seem very protective of you? Like maybe she 
  were worried you might get hurt?"

Kevlan looks momentarily aghast at the very notion that he might harm his 
  wife; in fact, he starts to protest, before he seems to realize that you 
  weren't saying he was. He considers...
Kevlan gulps down the rest of his tea. His right foot bounces restlessly 
  against the floor, and occasionally, his left twitches as well -- a nervous 
  habit he's always had, regulated only when he's singing, and now more 
  pronounced than usual. He blurts, "She been... real bothered 'bout bein' 
  away from me... hangs on real hard t' mah arm if we go somewhere inna 
  Guildhall..."
Kevlan adds gravely, "An' she takes her cutter ever'wheah."

Kaylin waits for you quietly, sipping her tea.
Kaylin nods "Has she been secretive about any mail she has received? Maybe 
  received a threat you don't know about? This could have triggered her fears 
  for both of you and started her dreaming out her fears."

Kevlan blinks.

Kaylin says softly "I'm only trying to jog your memory, Kevlan. These are only 
  suppositions on my part for now."

Kevlan at last stammers, "N-Not that Ah know 'bout, ma'am... she ain't actin' 
  fretful 'bout 'er mail..." At your further gentle statement, he blushes, and 
  hangs his head. "Ah... Ah been worried 'bout startin' t' forgit things, 
  ma'am... kinda wonderin' if that ain't gittin' her upset..."

Kaylin nods "Okay, all I can suggest for now is that you try to get her to 
  talk about what she remembers. It will be hard, because she will be still 
  terrified from the dream. But it is important to try to get her to tell you 
  what happens in the dream."
Kaylin says gently "I doubt she'd talk to me about it. But between us we can 
  maybe help her work it out." She considers a moment. "I usually don't like 
  to do this, but I will give you some sleep aides if you feel it would help."

Kevlan's face falls. "Ah-Ah been tryin' that, ma'am...! She swears right an' 
  left she don't 'membah nothin'..." The dampness in his eyes increases. "She 
  gits riled if Ah push 'er..."
Kevlan blinks again. "F-f'r Berni, you mean, ma'am?"

Kaylin nods "Kevlan, this time you may just have to let her get angry. Maybe 
  she will get angry enough to start talking about it. I don't know Berni very 
  well, but we need to try some different approaches. Neither of you can go on 
  like this." She nods "Yes for Berni, I suspect if she sleeps you will too."
Kaylin says gently "Berni took care of you a while back when you were so 
  afraid. Now it is your turn to help her."

Kevlan swallows hard. "Ah 'membah, ma'am." His blue eyes turn practically 
  grey, and that's all he says about his experience with Hesperia. 
  Uncomfortably, he asks, "You... sayin' Ah oughtta make 'er take th' sleepin' 
  aid?"

Kaylin shakes her head "No, don't force her. But it is a way she maybe can 
  sleep without the dream. Get her rest and build up her strength. If she 
  looks as tired as you do, I doubt she has much strength right now."

At that, the black-attuned Singer looks somewhat relieved. "She wants t' go t' 
  Maxim's, ma'am... d'you think... bein' offworld'll he'p?"

Kaylin says "When she can feel stronger, she might just be willing to talk to 
  me and you and help us fight the dream back." She considers your idea. 
  "Actually, I don't see a problem with it. Just remember how fearful she 
  seems here on Bally where we are supposed to be safe. She may be worse off 
  planet, but then it may ease up too. We just have to try different ways to 
  ease her fears."
Kaylin stands and goes to a locked cabinet, thumbing the lock she removes a 
  string of about a dozen tabs. "Here, these will help her relax into a 
  hopefully dreamless sleep. I suggest you only allow her access to one at a 
  time, Kevlan. They are very strong and one a night is as much as she should 
  take. These can also become addictive. They are only an temporary 
  intervention method of letting Berni rest and get stronger."

"Okay, ma'am..." Heavily, Kevlan nods. He studies the floor for a moment, then 
  looks back at you shyly. His brow furrows again. "Ah membah them, Ah think, 
  ma'am." Again, his eyes darken with what is probably memory, as he rises to 
  accept the string.

Kaylin nods "Yes, Tamber became dependent on them for a time."
Kaylin smiles softly "Thank you for coming to me. I wish I could give you 
  something that would heal her of her dreams immediately. But things just 
  don't work that way. Dreams are an indication of deep fears coming up from 
  her subconscious. We have to find out what triggered them and help her solve 
  it."
Kaylin says "Comm me, come see me anytime. Day or night. I'll be sure I'm here 
  to help you."

Kevlan eyes the tablets worriedly, and at the mention of Tamber's name, he 
  frowns a little. "Tam ain't got nobody lookin' aftah him like Ah'm lookin' 
  aftah Berni," he observes, and then slips the medication into his jumpsuit 
  pocket. As you go on, he nods again, now looking down at you, and tries but 
  can't quite manage a smile. "Ah-Ah'd talk t' Rhianna, 'cause she he'pd me 
  with mah bad dreams, but she's kinda, uh, not 'round neither."
Kevlan blinkblinks wetness out of his eyes and finishes huskily, "Thankee, 
  ma'am."

Kaylin smiles "I have the same talents as does Rhianna. When the time comes we 
  can use that as a means to help Berni too."

Kevlan blinks at that, breathes wonderingly, "Oh... okay, then... Ah'll 
  'membah..." That seems to give him some comfort, and this time he does 
  manage a lopsided smile.

Kaylin says softly "But first Berni has to want to come see me."
Kaylin reaches out for a soft pat on your arm. "Remember, you can holler for 
  me anytime you need me."
Kaylin chuckles "Ask Tamber, he noticed right off when we had our talks."

Kevlan promises solemnly, "Ah'll work on 'er, ma'am... Ah promise... 
  thankee..." He trails off, but his limpid gaze reflects everything else he 
  doesn't actually put into words. No shields at all, really, on young 
  Galahad's uncomplicated mind. "Tam went off on vacation, too, but 
  Ah-Ah-Ah'll send 'em a comm message..."
Kevlan, with that, radiating mixed worry, relief, and gratitude all the while, 
  murmurs further thanks, and slips out of the room.

[Still very worried, Kevlan hastens along on his errands of getting his
 and Berni's equipment checked into long-term storage. Rushing down to the
 cutter bay on level 8, he heads into...]

You go through the Service/Storage exit.
Cutter Service/Storage
Here is where the technicians repair cutters damaged by their Singers. People 
  sit on benches around the room making small minute changes to the 
  complicated mechanisms before them. You also note the large storage 
  containers that are used to store cutters when singers go off world or are 
  inactive.
Contents:
Bernadette
Cutter Storage Rack
Obvious exits:
Out  
Bernadette is pacing the length of the room, arms folded tightly across her 
  chest.

Kevlan steps into the room, heading for the storage rack, and blinks.
Kevlan yelps, "Berni honey?"

Bernadette, as she spots you, stops pacing, puts her hands on her hips and 
  says, a bit sharply, "Where've you been?"
Bernadette taps one foot, folding her arms across her chest again and looks at 
  you.

Kevlan studies you a moment, then finally says honestly, stepping first to the 
  rack to put up his cutter, "Checkin' in th' sleds... an' doin' somethin' 
  else..."
Kevlan, cutter racked, turns to you, and offers his arms. "C'mhere, honey?"

Bernadette blinks at you for a moment then comes closer to you, though not 
  entering your embrace.

Kevlan finally says very quietly, "Ah had t'... do somethin' f'r you, 
  darlin'..."

Bernadette says cautiously, "The sled techs said you were in the hangar more 
  than half an hour ago. Where've you been since then? What's the something 
  else you were doing?" The questions come rapidly.
Bernadette narrows her eyes and raises one eyebrow, "Something for me? What?"

"Well... somethin' f'r both of us, jes' as much..." He facesyou earnestly. 
  "Ain't neither one of us been sleepin'... so Ah got us a sleepin' aid, from 
  Med'cal."

Kevlan goes on quickly, "It's jes' in case th' vacation don't settle us down, 
  see?"

Bernadette frowns, looking confused as she digests this, then says "I don't 
  need sleeping aids."

Kevlan sighs, then takes your hands in his, cupping them tenderly in his 
  fingers. "Berni, honey... listen. You... know Ah ain't been sleepin' too 
  good, right?"

Bernadette blinks at you, eyes still narrowed and asks, "You haven't?"

Kevlan shakes his head earnestly. "You 'membah me gittin' all fuzzyheaded inna 
  Ranges, doncha?"

Bernadette nods, conceeding this, "Yes," she says cautiously.

Kevlan fixes you with his honest blue gaze, admitting, "Now... Ah ain't sure 
  how come... maybe it's jes' cause we're both awful tired from work an' all.. 
  but Ah ain't been sleepin' on account o'... Ah been tryin' to keep watch on 
  you, see? 'Cause... you ain't been sleepin' good, neither."

Bernadette shakes her head immediately, pulling her hands from yours and says 
  "I'm sleeping fine, honey. But if you think you need the sleeping aids, then 
  by all means, use them, Kev." She blinks up at you, a trifle uncertainly.
Bernadette peers past you at the storage rack and changes the subject, 
  "Everything stored okay?" Her own cutter is still on her shoulder.

Kevlan sighs, disheartened, and nods quietly. "Ayeah. Jes'... gotta pack, 
  now." He tries to smile, quickly, not wanting to let you see him worrying.

And if she sees the worry etched in your face, she doesn't take note of it. 
  Bernadette nods and says, "Okay, we still have two days." She flashes you a 
  smile, her face a bit gaunt, her eyes slightly bloodshot, the tender flesh 
  beneath her lower lids an ashen gray. She turns and heads for the door, 
  adjusting her cutter's straps on her shoulder.

Kevlan stops. "Berni honey... you gonna rack your cutter, aintcha?"

Bernadette says airily, "No, I thought I'd take it with us." She doesn't turn 
  around, but her steps have slowed.

Kevlan blinks. "Cain't use it on Maxim's," he points out. "Ain't got no 
  crystal, theah."

Bernadette turns around now, smiling and shrugs, "I know. Just, well, you know 
  that Royce has been on vacation and I figured it'd be safer with me."

Kevlan tilts his head. Since when did Bernadette like Royce as her favorite 
  cuttertech, he wonders? "Ah... don't think we _can_ take it in Maxim's, 
  darlin'... don't they git ornery 'bout takin' weapons in theah?"

Bernadette laughs, almost nervously, and says "It's not a weapon, Kev."

Kevlan steps you, and smiles tentatively, hopefully. "So why bother t' take 
  it?" he asks. "The techs're trusthworthy... ain't nobody had no problems for 
  years now. It'll jes' be extra stuff t' haul 'round with us anyhow."

Bernadette pats your hand, smiling, and says "'sno trouble, honey. I'll just 
  carry it with me. I'm used to its weight." She smiles again.

Kevlan finally sighs, small-ly, and points out, "Security ain't gonna letcha 
  take it, honey. Remember the regs?"

Bernadette presses her lips together and thinks about this one for quite some 
  time, the look on her face conveying that she does indeed remember regs, but 
  may be trying to think of a way around them.
Bernadette, after some time, sighs and nods, walking past you now to roughly 
  stick her cutter in storage, muttering under her breath crossly.
Bernadette stores Bernadette's Crystal Cutter in the cutter rack.
Bernadette says aloud "If this cutter isn't in perfect condition when we get 
  back, there's going to be hell to pay..."

Kevlan finally smiles crookedly, approvingly. "Ah'll he'p pay it, darlin'. But 
  let's jes' think 'bout our vacation?"

Bernadette presses her lips together again as she turns away from the rack and 
  nods at you, walking once more towards the door, looking over her shoulder 
  reluctantly at the rack as she goes.

Kevlan falls into step with you.

[Off the Sharrs go, to continue their preparations for the trip. The
 afternoon and evening pass relatively uneventfully; after supper, they
 continue to pack, till...]

Kevlan and Bernadette's Suite(#3986RJ$)
These spacious Singer's quarters are sparsely but pleasantly furnished. 
  Offsetting the pale cream hue of the walls and the darker beige color of the 
  carpet, the three chairs here - one an upholstered desk chair near the 
  computer terminal, the other two amorphous and baglike of shape, perhaps 
  intended to be simply curled up on - and the pillows and linens scattered 
  over the bed are all of various harmoniously tasteful shades of blue and 
  green. Along the back wall stands a bookcase, and in the center of the floor 
  lies a fluffy, intricately patterned and multi-hued 'rug'. The wall screen 
  over the computer terminal is set to display an airy Estenari mountainscape, 
  for the afternoon hours. 
The primary door here leads out into the corridor; a smaller one back by the 
  bookcase leads into the bathing chamber.
Obvious exits:
Sleeping Nook  Bathing Room  Out  

Kevlan packs the last of some clothing into a carisak, and stretches, tiredly, 
  from his crouch on the floor.

Bernadette is curled in one of the bag-like chairs, idling looking over the 
  information for Maxim's, her eyes drooping from time to time, her head 
  jerking slightly as she forces herself to stay awake.

You say "Gon' be a long trip on Maxim's, ain't it?"
Kevlan ambles over to you, and smiles tiredly, perching on the edge of the 
  chair to rub your nearer shoulder.

Bernadette, without looking up for the info, smiles and nods, "don't know 
  anyone who goes to Maxim's just for a week." She looks up now and smiles at 
  you.

Kevlan begins to massage the muscles of your neck and shoulders, turning you 
  around gently so he has a better reach to them. "Gon' be fun. Ain't nevah 
  spent much time theah... almost wonder whethah Ah shouldn't comm Tam an' ask 
  'im t' join us, since he's on vacation too..."

Bernadette frowns and she looks troubled as she shrugs and says, as 
  indifferently as she can, "If you want to..."

Kevlan, noting that frown -- for his blue gaze rests on you with unusual 
  intensity -- leans closer and nuzzles your hair. "Don't fret none, 
  darlin'... if you want it, Ah'll leave it jes' you an' me..." His hands 
  continue to work rhythmically along your shoulders.

Bernadette shrugs again and lowers her eyes from your face to the information. 
  "If you want to invite him, go ahead...he just has to get his own room," she 
  adds.

Kevlan chuckles softly and lifts his hands to your temples. His work-callused 
  fingertips massage there with the same loving reverence he uses to take care 
  of his gitar, and he kisses the top of your head.

Bernadette sighs softly and closes her eyes, her hands relaxing their grip on 
  the information chits.

Kevlan keeps up that gentle massage. It really is a soothing touch, and after 
  a time, he tries to insert himself into the chair behind you, so he can hold 
  you on his lap.

Bernadette, smiling contentedly, leans forward to give you room to do that, 
  dropping the chits on the floor and sighing again.

Kevlan smiles himself, at that, and cuddles you into his lap, wrapping his 
  arms around you, striving for an embrace that's... well, _safe_, more than 
  sexual. 'I have to make her feel safe,' he thinks, and so he lets you lean 
  against his strong young shoulders, keeps his touch unhesitant, steady.
Kevlan cradles you and murmurs gently, "Itty bitty Berni. Fold you up an' keep 
  you in mah pocket."

Bernadette chuckles softly, leaning her head against your shoulder, her hands
  covering yours around her, "Too big for your pocket," she murmurs, eyes 
  still closed.

Kevlan croons huskily, "Git me a bigger pocket." His hand comes up to stroke 
  your hair, evenly, slowly. Awfully comfy shoulder he's got there, nice and 
  broad, just the right size for a head to be cradled on. He's pitched his 
  voice lowly and soothingly, too; that warm drawl's almost like a blanket 
  transmuted into sound.

Bernadette chuckles again, snuggling against you, repositioning her head just 
  a little to make it even more comfy, and drawing her knees up. "I wouldn't 
  think your pants would fit then," she teases.

You can feel his heart beating slowly under his shirt, too, and as if in a 
  kind of song that simply means 'the presence of Kevlan', the faint sound of 
  his breath blends in with it. He doesn't disrupt that barely perceptible 
  rhythm by chuckling, but his voice just near your ear sounds amused: "Wear 
  you under mah shirt then."
His hand continues to smooth your hair, slowly, repeatedly. Almost blending in 
  with the beat of his heart and breath...

Bernadette murmurs sleepily, "Kevlan with Berni boobs?" and she giggles softly 
  to herself, her hands resting limply in her lap now.

Kevlan says pragmatically, "My chest'd be warm. Jes' like now...." Rub. Rub. 
  Rub.

Bernadette doesn't reply, her body limp and relaxed, leaning back against 
  yours, her breathing slow and rhythmic.

A flash of relief crosses Kevlan's eyes, but you don't see it. Trying to think 
  of the best way to usher you into sleep as gently as possible, he continues 
  to hold you, to stroke your hair, and, very softly, he hums under his 
  breath, as he might to little Fanna back on his homeworld.

Bernadette does sleep, calmly for the time being, the fingers of her left hand 
  curling around the fabric of your pant leg, as if drawing more comfort from 
  it.

Kevlan hums, and after a time, sings, his voice wrapping around you as gently 
  as his arms. Choosing the safest, sweetest songs that come to mind, he tries 
  "Home is Where the Heart Is"... and after a time, one of the song's he's 
  made since his last visit home. It's a quiet thing... celebrating, in his 
  gentle baritone, the sweet comfort of the Star-Lady, the woods, the land.

Lulled by your singing, Berni sleeps....and dreams....Bernadette is standing 
  in a meadow...at least, she thinks it's a meadow due to the scent of fresh 
  grass and flowers reaching her nose. The scenery before her, however, is 
  fuzzy and hard to distinguish. She kneels down in the grass and gathers up 
  an armful of the blooms, sniffing deeply. She hears footsteps behind her and 
  turns, smiling, expecting Kevlan to be there.
And there he is, smiling down at her. He flops down into the grass beside her, 
  toying with the delicate little blooms.

After a time, Kevlan finds himself growing weary; it becomes more and more 
  enticing to just lean his cheek against the top of your hair. But he wants 
  you to sleep well, at least for a while... so as the chronometer flicks by, 
  marking the passing of an hour, he continues to sing.

Bernadette sighs contentedly, snuggling once more against you, as she 
  continues to sleep, her dreams pleasant ones for once.

Kevlan sings a while longer... tills his voice begins to waver, and his 
  eyelids grow heavy. Another half hour flicks by on the chronometer before he 
  finally yields to his symbiont's urgings; even then, he cradles you to him 
  protectively, as he drops uneasily into slumber.

Bernadette continues to sleep against you. Her hand foot twitches and a small 
  frown crosses her features.
Bernadette awakes with a start, eyes round and wide and she looks around the 
  room.

Kevlan stirs, groggily, when he feels you move. "Mrmm? Berni?"

The room computer, sensing that the occupants have settled down, has dimmed 
  the lights over the last two hours; the chrono reads that it's almost 
  midnight.

Bernadette turns her head to look at you, the whites of her eyes gleaming in 
  the darkness and she says "Shhh...go to sleep," as she extracts herself from 
  your light embrace.

Kevlan frowns vaguely. His symbiont, while he was distracting himself with 
  being extremely gentle and attentive to you, has snuck up on him... now, his 
  thoughts slowing down with weariness, he mumbles, "What time's it?"

Bernadette doesn't answer, instead creeping away from the chair, padding 
  quietly to the door where she presses her ear against its surface, listening 
  intently. She checks its lock....and checks it again. She turns around and 
  eyes the chrono now and whispers "Midnight. Go back to sleep, honey."

Kevlan mmmms, rubbing at his eyes. "Come bed?" he mumbles, slurrily.
Kevlan starts to get up, then gives a huge yawn, as he reels a little.

Bernadette pads back across the room to lend a shoulder to you, and guides you 
  towards the bed, "I'll be in directly," she says quietly, kissing your 
  forehead as she pulls the covers up to your chin.

Kevlan mmmms drowsily, and lets himself be led, though he mumbles, "Still got 
  my clothes on...." He tries to sit up, to pull off his boots, a motion that 
  may well wake him up a little more if he goes through with it...

Bernadette pulls the covers away and pulls your boots off for you, and 
  unfastens the neck of your worksuit, making it less confining around your 
  throat. She brushes the hair off your forehead, glancing sharply at the door 
  now and then.

Kevlan blinks muzzily, but smiles at you gently. "Come bed," he murmurs, 
  trying to hang onto your hands.

Bernadette smiles and leans forward to kiss you gently, "I will...in a 
  moment," she assures, extracting her hands gently and patting the backs of 
  your hands as she lies them flat against your chest.

Kevlan, pushed back gently into the bed, mumbles, "'Kay...." This time he 
  doesn't stir, as you tuck the blanket around him. Still reeling under his 
  symbiont's demand for rest, he quickly falls back asleep.

Bernadette watches you closely for a few moments, her gaze starying to the 
  door every so often, before she settles herself back into the bag-like 
  chair, knees drawn up to her chin. She stares at the door, arms wrapped 
  around her knees, and spends the rest of the night this way.

[End log.]