"We are, and we will." Dozy recitation, fighting the urge to close his eyes and already losing the battle. Rokuro knows he shouldn't. His brother would have such words with him in regards to trusting a 'strange' man from outside of their clan, but Rokuro has always been a disgrace in matters of the heart.

"Of all the people in this place, I feel blessed to have been partnered with..." And he's out. Slumped more or less comfortably between Tech and the trunk of their chosen tree. Bathed in rain and moonlight, Rokuro will wake sooner than later. More determined than ever to be worthy of the care and kindness his comrade friend has shown him.