Waver's shoulders stiffened. His hands clenched in front of him, holding onto the hem of his shirt as he shook his head, damp hair sticking in messy strands to his cheeks.

"N-no, I mean it. Stay in the other bed."

He'd been locked up alone for so long. Having another person in the room actually sounded like a relief, even if he didn't really want to talk to her or do anything else. Devyn had been kind to him, at least comparatively. Maybe it was foolish to think of it that way, but it was frankly the best he had. It was easy to slide into acceptance at this point.

He didn't want to be alone.