[ They don't look up, though it becomes...obvious, to know, when their sibling is awake, when they're close enough. To hear those small movements, those disturbances.
(They are always thinking, waiting, watching. Always watching, especially around their father. It is something they have never explained.
The nameless vessel is, in some ways, sharp as the point of the nail the Hollow Knight has been trained to wield. Inconveniently so. Their relationship with the Pale King had always been one of distance and a slow-growing enmity.)
They gently cover the paper with their hand and turn their head, when their sibling approaches. Head tilting in a silent question; they look at the Hollow Knight, and then at the bed, and back again. They're not resting after all? ]
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(They are always thinking, waiting, watching. Always watching, especially around their father. It is something they have never explained.
The nameless vessel is, in some ways, sharp as the point of the nail the Hollow Knight has been trained to wield. Inconveniently so. Their relationship with the Pale King had always been one of distance and a slow-growing enmity.)
They gently cover the paper with their hand and turn their head, when their sibling approaches. Head tilting in a silent question; they look at the Hollow Knight, and then at the bed, and back again. They're not resting after all? ]