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Max is tired. Extremely tired. He keeps his steps energetic as he moves through into his tent, but as soon as the flap closes behind him he lets his shoulders sag and tosses his helmet carelessly onto his bedroll. He knows he's been pushing too hard, drawing ruthlessly on his metalcrafting to stay awake and alert, but it's been necessary.
Even needing as little sleep as he does, Tavi needs more than Max. So Max has been pushing himself. To be awake when Tavi can't be, to make sure no one suspects that Tavi's metalcrafting is more than just weak...
He needs sleep. Well, he needs to get really drunk and find some beautiful and grateful young woman, but sleep is probably as close as he'll get for a while so it'll have to do. He begins undoing the catches on his armor. At least he can get out from under all the metal for a bit.
Even needing as little sleep as he does, Tavi needs more than Max. So Max has been pushing himself. To be awake when Tavi can't be, to make sure no one suspects that Tavi's metalcrafting is more than just weak...
He needs sleep. Well, he needs to get really drunk and find some beautiful and grateful young woman, but sleep is probably as close as he'll get for a while so it'll have to do. He begins undoing the catches on his armor. At least he can get out from under all the metal for a bit.