[ He breathes out a soft sigh, leaning into Orym's touch as those callous fingers do manage to soothe some of the stress from his brow. Then he places his hand over Orym's, pressing his palm against his cheek as he glances up at Orym. ]

I don't...I don't want you being like all the other servants here. I don't like the thought of you just...waiting on me. It doesn't feel right.