Prompt: Heavy
AN: more of "in Peter's head"
Peter was struggling to keep his eyes open - he knew he had to stay awake, had to help his friends to complete the quest that they had begun, but his eyes were just so heavy and that song Sir Giles was playing on the flute was just so soothing. His eyes slowly closed, a small yawn escaping him. Maybe a small rest wouldn't be so bad - he hadn't had a proper rest since.. He tried to forget what had happened. It was his fault, all his fault. If only he had listened to him, maybe, maybe Smrgal would have still been with them. No, he had to remind himself, now was not the time of self-recrimination. Not when they were nearly at the end - that could come later, after the quest was done. And so Peter slept.
Peter was struggling to keep his eyes open - he knew he had to stay awake, had to help his friends to complete the quest that they had begun, but his eyes were just so heavy and that song Sir Giles was playing on the flute was just so soothing. His eyes slowly closed, a small yawn escaping him. Maybe a small rest wouldn't be so bad - he hadn't had a proper rest since.. He tried to forget what had happened. It was his fault, all his fault. If only he had listened to him, maybe, maybe Smrgal would have still been with them. No, he had to remind himself, now was not the time of self-recrimination. Not when they were nearly at the end - that could come later, after the quest was done. And so Peter slept.