There were days where Valvatorez would sooner end his teaching and training of the prinnies to retire alone for a short time. Stepping away from Fenrich was a next to impossible task; however, with a few more requests the werewolf eventually let his lord be at least for a fragment of time. In those tiny moments alone Valvatorez would let himself slump over a little and some of the fatigue from his fall would be allowed to set in.
It was not instant that his powers were lost. It was a slow, gradual decline that some days felt markedly more strenuous to do general, daily things; moreso than the week before when he'd done them last. His body had carried the weight of the shift away from regular feeding well. This is what he would tell Fenrich and proudly so. He filled his purpose so well, he would say. He was the greatest prinny instructor of all at the end and this was something to be very proud of.
The instructor who was no longer a tyrant: If one could even guess he had been one once it would be a stretch. Yet here he stood; this small frame housing the one who would have still been called a Tyrant had it not been for the way things played out. He did not question this. He'd long since mentally adjusted to the decline and wore it like a medal of honor now.
There were the prinnies and Fenrich this way. He could not turn down something that suited him so well. It filled the needs of his promises well like this.
And yet still there were these days. Those when he needed a few short moments alone to exhale and let out every fluttering, passing thought out with it. He was keeping his promises so certainly he was a proper demon doing well. Of course he was.
These true thoughts did not help much when his body was tailing behind and regrettably these were the days he would wake up somewhere he did not stop.
Memories in between would always be a little distant, but came with a feeling of closeness as well. There was comfort in that darkness. Vaguely, he could piece things together usually. It was faint, but there was always a feeling of familiar hands moving gently, the lift into the air as if he were made of the stuff and the brush of contact that paired with a warmth and scent also remembered.
When awoken again he would consider how to set Fenrich straight. He'd requested to be left alone after all. Coming in without permission was very much included in things that would not make him alone. As much as he should be giving his steward a difficult time for not listening to his request Fenrich still only returned to care for him. It was with that in mind that he let this happening always go. No matter what Fenrich would be at his side. Even if he was not quite at the strength to run around working without resting up anymore.
There he could find comfort in this as well.
And always when he woke up, Fenrich would not be too far away in the room; appearing busied with this and that. He was always fiddling around with something. While Fenrich obviously pretended not to notice, Val would watch him—at least until the moment was breached by Fenrich speaking up.
Pleasant words would generally follow; as if Valvatorez's health was well and his time asleep was of his own choosing. Fenrich at least had some respect for his lord's way of working around his decline. If he insisted this was for his own betterment, he too could at least pretend at times.