A Short Rest
by
Draco's
Daughter
A/N: A short, CecilFirion flavored drabble.
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It was obvious, Cecil was tired. He didn't want to let it show, but his companion's knew. Firion, in particular, could tell by sagging of his shoulders and by the listless expression on his face. He knew Cecil's determination would not be enough to sustain him for long. If the paladin continued fighting and fighting without a reprieve he would soon fall prey to the stronger warriors of Chaos. Cecil's pride and desire to end the conflict would soon be his undoing if he didn't stop to rest.
Cecil and Firion had gotten away from the main group, it was quiet and no one else was around. Firion looked over at Cecil and knew this was the perfect opportunity to allow the paladin time to rest. Cecil hated to show any sign of weakness in front of the others.
"Cecil, you look tired. Perhaps you should rest," Firion stated with concern in his voice.
Cecil shook his head and quietly stated, "I dare not, attack could come at any time, and I do not wish to be caught unaware."
"What if someone was watching your back?" Firion asked softly, a small smile on his lips.
"Yes, I could take a rest then," Cecil replied, smiling as well.
"Then I will watch over you," Firion said. Finally, feeling safe, Cecil allowed himself a yawn. Blinking once or twice he sat down against one of the walls of the Tower of Rubble. Firion took his place on the floor next to Cecil. It didn't take long before Cecil's head drooped onto Firion shoulder and his gentle breathing revealed he was asleep. Firion smiled slightly, delighted that Cecil was finally getting some rest.
When Tidus found them, a few hours later, they were both dead asleep.
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END